Poems copied over and over again in those years
Borges is so good at writing love poems that he never mentions love, but reveals love and romance everywhere.
There is a sober "repressed" romance in his works: "I just feel quiet, like standing in a blank,
A rose that blooms in an instant, silently and naturally withers. "
His poetic language is short and pithy, without affectation, not as thick as oil painting, but more like the true feelings that continue to be expressed.
As Borges said, writing poems should be as touching as the sea at hand, and his poems need to be chewed carefully to taste the beauty, sadness, emotion and philosophy in them.
The following are some excerpts from Borges' poems:
Sunset is always disturbing, whether gorgeous or poor, it is disturbing and the last shining of despair. It rusted vilen, and now there is no place on the horizon, the noise and conceit of the sunset.
-"Afterglow"
A rose keeps changing into another rose. You are a cloud, a sea and a forgetfulness. You are also every self you have lost.
-"Cloud One"
Fate has no mercy, God's night has no end, your body is just time, the time that keeps passing, you are just every lonely moment.
-"You are not others"
Now that you are in my body, you are my hazy fate, and those feelings will not disappear until I die.
-Buenos Aires
I give you my loneliness, my darkness and my hunger. I tried to impress you with confusion, danger and failure.
-"What can I use to keep you?"
What alienated him was not a long time, but two or three irreversible things.
-"Waiting"
In his imagination, those dreamy nights are deep and dark pools where he can hide.
-Secret miracle
I crossed the ocean. I set foot on many lands and met a woman and two or three men. I love a proud white girl who has peace in Latin America. I have seen the endless countryside, where the unfinished eternity of sunset has been completed.
-"My Life"
The way I measure time is not three meals and four seasons, not alternating day and night, but whether I am with you.
-Borges
Gray smoke blurs the distant constellations, and everything in sight has lost its history and name. There are only some immature shadows in the world, people are still the original people, and rivers are still the original rivers.
-"The Moon in front of me, Notes of Saint Martin"
What can I use to keep you? I give you poor streets, desperate sunsets and the moon in the broken suburbs. I will give you a sad look at the lonely moon for a long time.
-"Another one, one"
It is unbearable to realize that we don't have the same starry sky. When dusk becomes quiet in my yard, the morning light will rise from your pages. My winter will be your midsummer shadow, and your light will be the glory of my shadow.
-"To Raphael Cinos Athens"
I should believe that there are others, but none of them can be trusted. Only you are real, you are my misfortune and my great wealth, pure and endless.
-"lovers"