Poetry, prose and short stories are Borges's three major creative achievements, and each has its own merits and complements each other. There is a saying: "His prose reads like novels; his novels are poems; and his poems often make people feel like prose. Such a special style is unique. The richness of spiritual life and the broadening of thinking horizons, His works fully demonstrate the brilliance of wisdom, the richness of imagination and the simplicity of writing, allowing readers to travel through time and space and experience the environment described by Borges.
Borges was deeply influenced by Plato in his early years. He was influenced by the idealist philosophy of Schopenhauer and others, as well as Nietzsche's voluntarism, and received agnosticism and fatalism from Hume and Kant, as well as the philosophical influence of ancient Greek philosophers Zeno, Socrates and others. He was also well aware of Descartes' thoughts. Based on the above-mentioned philosopher's views, he adopted the reincarnation and pause of time and space, the transition between dreams and reality, the connection between fantasy and reality, and the connection between death and life. The contemporary existence, symbols and mysterious hints of symbols and other techniques open up the boundaries between history, reality, literature and philosophy, blur their boundaries, and bring about a mysterious, dreamlike, reproductive and fictional world. The world, between reality and fiction, finds a passage back and forth, and keeps going back and forth, and gets a magical reading experience.
"Dedicated to Beatrice Biveroni." Excerpt from "Webster DeBridge"
"What can I hold you with?"
Me What will it take to keep you?
Jorges LuisBorges
Borges
I offer you leanstreets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs.< /p>
I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.
I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.
>I offer you the sorrow of a man who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time.
I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honored. in marble: 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 Perú, now ghosts onvanished horses.I offer you whatever insight my books whatevermanliness or humour my life.
I give you my dead ancestors, whose ghosts are commemorated in marble: my father's father who died on the border of Buenos Aires, two A bullet went through his chest. Bearded, he died, his body wrapped in cowhide; my mother's grandfather - then twenty-four - who led three hundred soldiers in a charge in Peru, is now a vanished horseback. ghost.
I give you all the insight I can muster in the books I write, all the manliness or humor I can have in my life.
I offer you theloyalty of a man who has never been loyal.
I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.
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 inwords, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, byadversities.
I To give you the self I have managed to preserve—the core that is unexpressed in words, untraded by dreams, untouched by time, joy, and adversity.
I offer you theme of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.
I offer you theme of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born. The memory of yellow roses.
I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.
I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself. information.
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 can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat
The darkness, the hunger of my heart; I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure.
I give you...
I give you...
I give you everything I have...
I just want to keep you...
I use my loyal heart to keep you...
I just want to keep you... Some have a complete heart...
The poor streets, the despairing sunset, the moon in the run-down suburbs.
Poverty, despair, dilapidation, and depressed emotions arise spontaneously
The streets, sunset, and moon are filled with the breath of life and beauty
Pessimism and beauty The contrast and borderless fusion make people fascinated by this scene.
Revealing pessimism, helplessness, and even stubbornness, I could have given you more serious romance from others, but I just want to give you the real me. The environment is poignant, but the emotions conveyed are so beautiful.