wait, The

Before the brief bell tinkles and they open

The door and you tend hitherward in, oh long-awaited

With of that kind anxiety, the universe

Will have to have carried without an infinite

Series of different actions. Nobody

Could calculate that vertigo, the sum

Of what the many mirrors multiply,

Of shadows that elongate and retreat,

Of paces that lead away and proper again.

No sand would be enough to number them.

(In my ribcage, the vital current clock measures out

The strained and agitated time of waiting.)

Before you come

An aged monk has to dream about an anchor,

A tiger in Sumatra has to die,

Nine men have to die in Borneo.

Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1996) the Argentinian bard essayist, and short story writer, was the greatest in quantity translated Latin American writer of the twentieth hundred His books of ficton include Six point to be solved [i]or[/i] settleds for Don Isidro Parodi (1942) Ficciones (1944) the The Aleph and Other Stories (1949)

Robert Mezey and Richard Barnes have translated above four hundred of Borge's piece of poetrys into formal English verse. Their bring togethered Borges will be published by the agency of Penguin in 1997. Both Mezey and Barnes teach at Pomona College

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