Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly
to lose herself in the complex melody
or in the curious life to be found in verse.
lt was not the primal red but rather grays
that spun the fine thread of her destiny,
for the nicest distinctions and all spent
in waverings, ambiguities, delays.
Lacking the nerve to tread this treacherous
Labyrinth, she looked in on, whom without,
the shapes, the turbulence, the striving rout,
(Like the other lady of the looking glass.)
The gods that dwell too far away for prayer
abandoned her to the final tiger, Fire.
Jorge Luis Borges : 1899 - 1986
Very interesting and exquisite poem by Borges. The photo is beautiful ...
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Lovely warm colors.....i like that shot Dianne.
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Fascinating and complex. Thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteI love Borges. This is a very thought provoking poem about the Uruguayan poet Susana Soca. I knew nothing of her. I had to google her.
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Leovi , yes, I think it is an interesting and exquisite poem, it held some resonance for me.
ReplyDeleteThe photo is beautiful, I searched many images until I found the right one for this poem.
Besos
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Thank your dear Joop , the image is beautiful with its warmth and colours.
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Thank you dear J Cosmo , yes, it is all that you have mentioned and more.
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Thank you dear Foamy , yes it is a thought provoking poem.
ReplyDeleteI could identify with this poem, its message resonated within me. I like to lose myself in the complex melody of verse, not that I am a great poet like Borges...he writes this so thoughtfully. To me the Labyrinth represents life and I tend to waver and trepidate when it comes to taking those steps and moving forward. The turbulence and striving rout is the problems we encounter in life and so in the life of Susana Soca and her untimely end in a plane crash.
There is another translation of this poem, also beautiful but I chose this version.
"With slow love she looked at the scattered
Colors of afternoon. It pleased her
To lose herself in intricate melody
Or in the curious life of verses.
Not elemental red but the grays
Spun her delicate destiny,
Fashioned to discriminate and exercised
In vacillation and in blended tints.
Without venturing to tread this perplexing
Labyrinth, she watched from without
The shapes of things, their tumult and their course,
Just like that other lady of the mirror.
Gods who dwell far-off past prayer
Abandoned her to that tiger, Fire."
Some intersting information in a manuscript here regarding the poem.
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Hello, an entry with a great shot and a beautiful poem.
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Thank you dear Enrique for your kind words, I am pleased that you enjoyed the poem and the image.
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Beautiful and warm.
ReplyDeleteLovely greetings, Mirthe
La poesia dentro de tu personalidad és igual a un motor que al comenzar a funcionar,anula todos tus sentidos y solo vive para ella
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Welcome dear Dianne =D
ReplyDeleteYou re back, and with a beautifull and lovely text, i am in love by all this wise words ;)
Heel mooi in beeld gebracht in woord en beeld. Wat een super mooie ondergaande zon.
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I prefer the 1st translation too.
ReplyDeleteDesde Andalucia,como ya estamos en Primavera,te envio un furte abrazo
ReplyDeleteHello dear Dianne!
ReplyDeleteI was thinking about you!
You you put an interesting line.
I like the colors in the picture. They are very beautiful.
I send greetings.
Lucia
warmth is falling in the heart !
ReplyDeletewish you a wonderful spring Dianne
Ciekawy wiersz pasuje do bardzo ładnego zdjecia. Pozdrawiam cieplutko.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting line fits very nice pictures. Regards warm.
Nuevamemnte agradezco a mi amiga poeta sus constancias en las entradas a mi blog
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Fire in the heart and in the colors of the evening.
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Yes, life is a maze, sometimes delicious ...
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Mirthe !
ReplyDeleteWarm greetings to you.
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Gracias, querido Juan, todavía puede disfrutar de la poesía de los demás, mis sentidos están vivos.
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Hello dear Tiago , thank you for your kind words. Yes, I am back, perhaps not writing my poems but the poems of others are far more beautiful than anything I could write.
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Bedankt lieve Von voor uw vriendelijke woorden, ik hou van dit gedicht door Borges en het beeld van de prachtige zonsondergang is perfect voor zijn tekst.
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Thank you sweet Foamy , yes, I think it is more beautiful and captivating.
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Gracias, querido Juan , un abrazo es justo lo que necesito, ha sido un tiempo tan largo.
ReplyDeleteUn fuerte abrazo
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Thank you dear Lucia , for thinking of me.
ReplyDeleteI am pleased that you liked the words of this poem by Borges, one that I love. I searched for just the right sunset image to complement his words and it is beautiful.
Warm greetings
Dianne
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Thank you dear Marty for your kind words, it is Autumn here now but just as beautiful as the Springtime to me.
ReplyDeleteI hope you have a wonderful Spring!
bisous
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Dziękuję kochanie Giga za miłe słowa.
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Thank you dear Giga for your kind words.
Warm greetings.
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Querido Juan , siempre es un placer visitar su blog y ver las entradas maravillosas.
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Thanks dear Leovi , yes, the words of this poem have a warm glow and there is fire in the sunset.
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Thank you dear Leovi , I can still remember how it feels to be in love, life is a maze with happiness to find around every turn and many delicious moments until it all sadly goes away...now I am lost.
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El amor para los humanos és un sentimiento qque nos embarga y no nos deja ser racionales,
ReplyDeleteERl vino nos hace entrar en un mundo de felicidad,para no pensar en nuestros problemas
Preciosa la imagen y bellas palabras de Borges.
ReplyDeleteAbrazos y feliz fin de semana.
Your sweet sensitivity,
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Gracias, querido Juan por sus amables palabras, si uno está enamorado vemos la vida a través de gafas de color rosa, thoughs racionales desaparecer. Yo no bebo vino o licores, tal vez debería.
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Gracias, querido Silvina por sus amables palabras, sí bellas palabras de Borges.
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Thank you dear tossan for your sweet words.
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Hello Dianne,
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A big hug
Thank you dear Antonio , yes, Borges is amazing!
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ReplyDeleteA foto é linda mas a poesia é triste.
Bom domingo!
Boa semana!
Beijinhos do Brasil✿✿彡 °•.
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Caro Inês , obrigado por suas amáveis palavras.
ReplyDeleteUm feliz domingo para você e uma boa semana.
Abraços e beijos
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Colours of dusk could be the same you see at dawn, What matters is the feeling You have in dawn or dusk...
ReplyDeleteThank you dear M , yes the colours at dawn and dusk can be just as beautiful, the feelings that they evoke are what is important.
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