EVERNESS

Samo ene stvari ni. Je pozabljenje.
Bog rešuje kovino in opilke
in v preroški svoj spomin vpisuje
prihodnje in pretekle lune.

Vse že je. Na tisoče odsevov,
ki so med jutrom in večerom
pustili v zrcalih svoj obraz,
in tudi tega, ki bo odseval jutri.

Vse je le del različnosti
kristala tega spomina, vesolja.
Brez kraja so njegovi strmi koridorji

in vrata se zapro, ko prednje stopiš.
Šele na drugi strani sončnega zahoda
boš videl Arhetipe in Sijaj.


//Jorge Luis Borges//

& some more

I DIED for beauty, but was scarce  
Adjusted in the tomb,  
When one who died for truth was lain  
In an adjoining room.  
 
He questioned softly why I failed?         5
“For beauty,” I replied.  
“And I for truth,—the two are one;  
We brethren are,” he said.  
 
And so, as kinsmen met a night,  
We talked between the rooms,         10
Until the moss had reached our lips,  
And covered up our names.


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THE LAST night that she lived,  
It was a common night,  
Except the dying; this to us  
Made nature different.  
 
We noticed smallest things,—         5
Things overlooked before,  
By this great light upon our minds  
Italicized, as ’t were.  
 
That others could exist  
While she must finish quite,         10
A jealousy for her arose  
So nearly infinite.  
 
We waited while she passed;  
It was a narrow time,  
Too jostled were our souls to speak,         15
At length the notice came.  
 
She mentioned, and forgot;  
Then lightly as a reed  
Bent to the water, shivered scarce,  
Consented, and was dead.         20
 
And we, we placed the hair,  
And drew the head erect;  
And then an awful leisure was,  
Our faith to regulate.


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I LOST a world the other day.  
Has anybody found?  
You ’ll know it by the row of stars  
Around its forehead bound.  
 
A rich man might not notice it;         5
Yet to my frugal eye  
Of more esteem than ducats.  
Oh, find it, sir, for me!