Through the eyes of a blind man

December 20, 2008 at 1:39 am 3 comments

I would like to dedicate my first post to a man whose insight went far beyond his eyes could see: Jorge Luis Borges.

Two English Poems
Jorge Luis Borges

I

The useless dawn finds me in a deserted streetcorner; I
have outlived the night.
Nights are proud waves: darkblue topheavy waves laden
with all hues of deep spoil, laden with things unlikely
and desirable.
Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals, of
things half given away, half withheld, of joys with a
dark hemisphere. Nights act that way, I tell you.
The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds and
odd ends: some hated friends to chat with, music for
dreams, and the smoking of bitter ashes. The things
my hungry heart has no use for.
The big wave brought you.
Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and
incessantly beautiful. We talked and you have forgotten the words.
The shattering dawn finds me in a deserted street of my
city.
Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to make your name, the lilt of your laughter; these are illustrious
toys you have left me.
I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find them; I tell them to the few stray dogs and to the few stray
stars of the dawn.
Your dark rich life…
I must get at you, somehow: I put away those illustrious
toys you have left me, I want your hidden look, your
real smile -that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror
knows.

II

What can I hold you with?
I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of
the jagged suburbs.
I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long
and long at the lonely moon.
I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that
living men have honoured in bronze: my father’s father
killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets
through his lungs, bearded an dead, wrapped by his
soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother’s grandfather
-just twentyfour- heading a charge of three hundred
men in Peru, now ghosts on vanished horses.
I offer you whatever insight my books may hold,
whatever manliness or humour my life.
I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow
-the central heart that deals not in words, traffics
not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by
adversities.
I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset,
years before you were born.
I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself,
authentic and surprising news of yourself.
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of
my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty,
with danger, with defeat.

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Stony River  |  December 26, 2008 at 7:09 am

    Darling Laura

    My Pleasure meeting You – we are all connected – newly, creatively, evolving Humans Internetus –
    No-one is as smart as everyone (Kevin Kelly – a friend)

    I enjoy immensely your diversity and capability – at the same time am quite amazed at your perseverance with Economics – of course you have much to re-learn for the global economy (caring, sharing, charity, co-operating, collaborating) – I have been espousing for decades Economics has always been unsustainable – we must lean strongly now towards the Environment and Society as they have been sadly and badly affected and neglected by exploitive, greedy, hoarding profits and elitist capitalism – perhaps the world’s wealth will be now be spread more evenly – with more Women Economists! Perhaps we should replace or downsize or eliminate Governments as they are SO unproductive and expensive (bureaucrazy). We Will Do It!

    Your selection of Poetry is like your selection of Music – Excellent and Entertaining – May You Enjoy Every Nano-Second of Life – Wishing Well to You Laura and ALL Your Family and Friends –

    Stony River
    (the name on my passport and all my legal docs – a natural name – and perhaps what all autocratic governments are making of their rivers with their misguided policies and dam-ocracy)

  • 2. Laura  |  December 26, 2008 at 4:10 pm

    Stony River:

    Thank you for your beautiful words! It is my pleasure to share the works that amazingly talented artists have produced, be it in music, literature, philosophy and even economics. As time goes by, and the posts keep coming, you will see that not everything in my profession is “exploitive, greedy, hoarding profits and elitist capitalism” 😉
    Once again, thank you, and I hope we keep in touch.

    Lausen
    (The name my friends chose for me)

  • 3. Rob  |  January 28, 2009 at 11:39 am

    Dear Stony,

    I am reading your comments regarding exploitive, greedy, hoarding profits and elitist capitalism vs. a kinder ‘redistributive wealth’ system and I am a little confused when you get to the part about ‘eliminating Government’. How would you propose to redistribute wealth more fairly without government. I mean, if people are by and large greedy and exploitive wouldn’t it make sense to have a well armed and finely tuned government so they can confiscate wealth and redistribute it? Also, I notice you use the word ‘they’ a lot and that causes me to get a little lost because I am not exactly sure who ‘they’ is – because in one sentence you seem to be referring to ‘they’ as society at large and then in another ‘they’ is Government – I am very interested in understanding.

    Rob

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