He is one of the three great poets in Latin America, who are equally famous with Paz and Nie Luda. His poetry has simple language, pure style and distant artistic conception. Most of the essays are short, but they are novel in conception and ingenious in structure. They are the product of his time and culture, but they have surpassed his time and culture in a magical way. He is the most transparent and artistic writer.
Borges opened the boundaries of history, reality, literature and philosophy, blurred their boundaries and brought a mysterious, dreamy, reappearing and fictional world. Between reality and illusion, Borges found the shuttle channel, kept going back and forth, and gained a magical reading experience.
This is a beautiful poem today. What can I do to keep you? Some people think that he is lamenting his attachment to his lover, some people think that he is expressing his deep affection for his homeland, and some people think that he is expressing his loyalty to his country ... No matter where his emotional direction is, the tenderness between the lines will bring people into the emotional abyss in which he is deeply immersed, drowning and swallowing people.
What can I use to keep you?
Poet: Borges
1899 - 1986
I give you sparse streets, desperate sunsets, and the moon in the wilderness.
I will give you a sad look at the lonely moon for a long time.
I gave you my dead grandparents,
Later, people used marble to pay homage to their ancestors;
My father's father,
Killed at the border of Buenos Aires,
Two bullets went through his chest,
He died with a beard,
The body was wrapped in cowhide by soldiers;
My mother's grandfather
I was only twenty-four years old.
Leading 300 people to the front in Peru,
Now they are all ghosts on horseback.
I give you all the insights that my book can contain,
And all the masculinity and humor in my life.
I give you the loyalty of someone you never trusted.
I'll give you my preserved core.
The core of not making words and sentences, not trading with dreams, not being moved by time, joy and adversity.
I will give you the memory of a yellow rose, which you saw one night many years before you were born.
I will explain your life to you,
About your own theory,
Your real and magical existence.
I give you my loneliness, my darkness and my inner desire;
I tried to impress you with confusion, danger and failure.
What can I catch you with?
I give you sloping streets, desperate sunsets?
The moon in the jagged suburbs.
I give you the pain of a man who has been watching the lonely moon for a long time.
I give you my ancestors, my dead people?
Ghosts carved by living people in marble:?
My father's father was killed at the border of Buenos Aires?
Two bullets went through his lungs, beard and death?
Wrapped in cowhide by his soldiers; ?
My mother's grandfather-only 24 years old.
Leading 300 people in Peru?
Ghosts on horseback who are now disappearing.
I offer you any ideas that may be contained in my book. ?
Whether my life is masculine or humorous.
I give you the loyalty of someone who has never been loyal.
I give you my core that I preserved in some way?
The central heart that does not deal with language and dreams.
Not affected by time, joy and adversity.
I will give you the memory of the yellow rose you saw at sunset.
A few years before you were born
How about I explain yourself to you?
About your own theory, true and surprising news about yourself.
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, my inner hunger; ?
I tried to bribe you with uncertainty, danger and failure.