Someone and Anyone

“I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive.”

Boast of Quietness

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Here is a powerful poem by Jorge Luis Borges. (Emphasis mine.)

Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and 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 that 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.

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Written by Anyone

September 13, 2007 at 7:30 am

Posted in Literature

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  1. Super pick!

    Sagar

    November 1, 2007 at 3:54 pm

  2. Reblogged this on Someone and Anyone and commented:

    Just thought I should re-post this. One of the most beautiful poems I’ve come across.

    Anyone

    July 18, 2013 at 6:25 pm


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