Thank you for this beautiful Writer’s Song. In answer to your call, here is Borges on not writing the poem:
Matthew 25:30
And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
The first bridge on Constitution. At my feet the shunting trains trace iron labyrinths. Steam hisses up and up into the night which becomes, at a stroke, the Night of the Last Judgment. From the unseen horizon, and from the very center of my being, an infinite voice pronounced these things– things, not words. This is my feeble translation, time-bound, of what was a single limitless Word:
"Stars, bread, libraries of East and West, playing cards, chessboards, galleries, skylights, cellars, a human body to walk with on the earth, fingernails, growing at nighttime and in death, shadows for forgetting, mirrors which endlessly multiply, falls in music, gentlest of all time’s shapes, borders of Brazil, Uruguay, horses and morning, a bronze weight, a copy of Grettir Saga, algebra and fire, the charge at Junin in your blood, days more crowded than Balzac, scent of the honeysuckle, love, and the imminence of love, and intolerable remembering, dreams like buried treasure, generous luck, and memory itself, where a glance can make men dizzy–
all this was given to you and, with it, the ancient nourishment of heroes– treachery, defeat, humiliation. In vain have oceans been squandered on you, in vain the sun, wonderfully seen through Whitman’s eyes.
You have used up the years and they have used up you, and still, and still, you have not written the poem."
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Thank you Patti.
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Beautiful and so appropriate to what I feel at the moment. Thank you Patti
I listen in the early Maui morning, in my humble home. Your voice is so familiar, a great comfort, an encouragement.
Magnifique...merci Patti pour vos mots
The Fripps have done a delightful cover of your song with Mr Springsteen.
Peace✌🏻️❤️Love All Ways🔥🚲🌹🙏🏻🖖🏼
https://youtu.be/qngT7f108IQ
Thank you, Patti. 🙏🏽❤️ Beautiful.
Thank you dear Patti. Your voice is music. Thank you for reading to us. ❤️
A beautiful Zen poem and reading. I am reminded of Gary Snyder.
We are blessed to write the writing.
we are! You post great stuff – I have a newsletter of poetry fiction and a podcast—check it out here! https://tumbleweedwords.substack.com
Thank you for this beautiful Writer’s Song. In answer to your call, here is Borges on not writing the poem:
Matthew 25:30
And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
The first bridge on Constitution. At my feet the shunting trains trace iron labyrinths. Steam hisses up and up into the night which becomes, at a stroke, the Night of the Last Judgment. From the unseen horizon, and from the very center of my being, an infinite voice pronounced these things– things, not words. This is my feeble translation, time-bound, of what was a single limitless Word:
"Stars, bread, libraries of East and West, playing cards, chessboards, galleries, skylights, cellars, a human body to walk with on the earth, fingernails, growing at nighttime and in death, shadows for forgetting, mirrors which endlessly multiply, falls in music, gentlest of all time’s shapes, borders of Brazil, Uruguay, horses and morning, a bronze weight, a copy of Grettir Saga, algebra and fire, the charge at Junin in your blood, days more crowded than Balzac, scent of the honeysuckle, love, and the imminence of love, and intolerable remembering, dreams like buried treasure, generous luck, and memory itself, where a glance can make men dizzy–
all this was given to you and, with it, the ancient nourishment of heroes– treachery, defeat, humiliation. In vain have oceans been squandered on you, in vain the sun, wonderfully seen through Whitman’s eyes.
You have used up the years and they have used up you, and still, and still, you have not written the poem."
(translated by Alastair Reid)
Thank you so much.
Terrific. Thanks for energy Patti.
Love to hear your voice. Thanks you.
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