Poems by Jorge Luis Borges
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We are the time. We are the famous
... Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away ...
The Art Of Poetry
... that dreams of not dreaming and that the death ...
Instants
... f I could go back I'll try to have only good moments,If you don't know - thats what life is made of, ...
Limits
... Without guessing it, the pawn of that SomeoneWho fixes in advance omnipotent laws, ...
Elegy
... names, to have been a part of Edinburgh, of Zurich, of the ...
History Of The Night
... They made her the mother of the unruffled Fates ...
That One
... and the subtle flavor of water, the taste of grapes, ...
Remorse For Any Death
... of Whom anything that could be said must be denied, ...
To A Cat
... More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun, ...
Browning Decides To Be A Poet
... my verse will touch the tenth sphere of the concentric heavens ...
Adam Cast Forth
... Over which this Adam, wretched now, once reigned supreme,Might not have been just a magical illusion ...
Shinto
... the twelve dark bell-strokes, tolling as we count, ...
The Other Tiger
... The one that's real, the one whose blood runs hot ...
Susana Soca
... The shapes, the turbulence, the striving rout, ...
El suicida
... Haré polvo la historia, polvo el polvo ...
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