רציתי להביא אחד מהשירים של בורכס (BORGES) לסדנה אבל לא יצא.
ולא מצאתי את השיר שרציתי באינטרנט!!!
אבל בכל זאת רוצה לשים לפחות משהו
Elegy
Oh destiny of Borges
to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world
or across that single and solitary sea of diverse
names,
to have been a part of Edinburgh, of Zurich, of the
two Cordobas,
of Colombia and of Texas,
to have returned at the end of changing generations
to the ancient lands of his forebears,
to Andalucia, to Portugal and to those counties
where the Saxon warred with the Dane and they
mixed their blood,
to have wandered through the red and tranquil
labyrinth of London,
to have grown old in so many mirrors,
to have sought in vain the marble gaze of the statues,
to have questioned lithographs, encyclopedias,
atlases,
to have seen the things that men see,
death, the sluggish dawn, the plains,
and the delicate stars,
and to have seen nothing, or almost nothing
except the face of a girl from Buenos Aires
a face that does not want you to remember it.
Oh destiny of Borges,
perhaps no stranger than your own.
Jorge Luis Borges
באנגלית כי אני לא חושב שזה ישמע טוב בעברית.
וזה השיר שרציתי להביא(אני מדפיס אותו מהספריה עכשיו)
Boast of Quietness
Writings of light assult the darkness,more prodigious then meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and my death,I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them/
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel,quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty.
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar,a few portraits,an old sword,the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow,I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable,singular,worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly,like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.
בבלוג זה
בכל הבלוגים
