Tuesday, August 24, 2021


"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of a Library." 
The great Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges was born on this day in 1899.

Below: Borges' poem "To A Cat".
Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.

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