Junior Ganymede
We endeavor to give satisfaction

For the Last Time

January 29th, 2014 by G.

Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), “Límites” (tr. Kenneth Krabbenhoft):

There is a line by Verlaine that I will not remember again.
There is a street nearby that is off limits to my feet.
There is a mirror that has seen me for the last time.
There is a door I have closed until the end of the world.
Among the books in my library (I’m looking at them now) are some I will never open.
This summer I will be fifty years old.
Death is using me up, relentlessly.
—from Inscriptions (Montevideo, 1923) by Julio Platero Haedo

Hay una línea de Verlaine que no volveré a recordar.
Hay una calle próxima que está vedada a mis pasos,
Hay un espejo que me ha visto por última vez,
Hay una puerta que he cerrado hasta el fin del mundo.
Entre los libros de mi biblioteca (estoy viéndolos)
Hay alguno que ya nunca abriré.
Este verano cumpliré cincuenta años;
La muerte me desgasta, incesante.

From here.

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January 29th, 2014 13:55:45
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Vader
January 29, 2014

There is a door I have closed until the end of the world.
Among the books in my library (I’m looking at them now) are some I will never open.

Poignant. And beautiful.

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