Tuesday, December 21, 2010
To a cat | Jorge Luis Borges
Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.
.............................................
Thanks to Ritsa Masoura
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Η τελευταία πρόταση δεν είναι εκπληκτική ;
ReplyDeleteYou belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.
Θα βαλετε καμια φωτο ;
Υπεροχη είναι..
ReplyDeleteΑν εννοείς φωτο του Borges, μόλις ανέβασα!
Ναι, την είδα, αλλά νομίζω ότι πρέπει να συνοδεύει Δέσποινα το ποίημα... που σημαίνει ότι πρέπει να το ρυθμίσουμε κατά κάποιο τρόπο.
ReplyDeleteΕγινε!
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