November 2009
2 posts
Borges y Yo [a classic]
“The other one, Borges, is the one to whom things happen. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires and I delay myself, perhaps almost mechanically, to look at the arch of an entrance hall and the grillwork on the gate; of Borges I get news through the mail, and I see his name on a list of professors or in a biographical dictionary. I like hourglasses, maps, eighteenth century typography,...
Losing Track
by Denise Levertov
Long after you have swung back
away from me
I think you are still with me:
you come in close to the shore
on the tide
and nudge me awake the way
a boat adrift nudges the pier:
am I a pier
half-in half-out of the water?
and in the pleasure of that communion
I lose track,
the moon I watch goes down, the
tide swings you away before
I know I'm
alone again long since,
mud...