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Two English Poems by Jorge Luis Borges (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
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- Опубликовано: 14 авг 2024
- This poem was written when Borges was 34 - and the portrait shows him at about that age.
It's a lesson in how to win a woman's heart. He proves himself masculine and shows a deep interest in her, he admires her beauty. He promises her insights into her own nature, personal revelations, mysteries, adventures - and yet he admits that the relationship will be dangerous and might lead to disaster.
His Grandfathers would have fought in the Argentine Civil Wars:
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The pictures of Buenos Aires were mostly found here:
www.civitatis.c...
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The useless dawn finds me in a deserted street-
corner; I have outlived the night.
Nights are proud waves; darkblue topheavy waves
laden with all the 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 the 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 and 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.
I never heard of that poet before. Shame on me! This is some of the best poetry I ever heard!!!
I've decided to memorize it on my first listening. I can't think of a better poem to drunkenly recite to a girl.
Incomparable author, and outstanding voice to convey the emotions. This makes me feel so proud of being from Argentina knowing that this amazing poet was a native of my homeland. I have a couples of poems and songs that I wrote myself but I would like to know where can I get help to translate to English. Keep doing this reading they are brilliant.
Thank you very much! it means a great deal for an argentinean reader of Borges, to listen his writen words so well said. I am sure JLB would have loved to listen this interpretation full of passion and respect, Loved it, muchas gracias!
an exquisite offer: his vulnerability, honesty, and defeat. the mark of a most true and valuable friend.
Shivers
Powerful poem beautifully read with some good visual input too. A joy, many thanks as ever
Great poems, deeper introspection than most!
I just loved it, love how grave and wise your voice sounds... also amazing poems :D
Amazing choice.
I suppose Jorge finally got the girl... Beautiful poems, awesome reading. Thank you for sharing.
+Max Drom He didn't. He got what John Lennon got: a Japanese woman who would see him to his grave, living afterwards as his "moon" (I'm sure you understand the analogy). Funny thing though. She got a picture of the woman he dedicated these poems to, one Beatriz Babiloni Webster. From her son!
+Jorge López Is the picture of the muse anywhere online? Might be the most beautiful poem ever
Nope. Maria Kodama has lived off the Borges legacy, but she's not the kind thhat goes around making everything he did public. That picture is hers and hers alone.
thats just great .. 10/10
great! thanks
Great reading, but a correction in the description. That photo is from 1951, when Borges was about 52. Sorry to nitpick, but I read about that in the Library of Babel.