<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=516852" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Read Borges Poems</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read Borges poems<br>And the Night opens up a vast and different kind of Memory<br>Histories of place I have never been <br>Faces I have never seen<br>Questions of Identity<br>Streets I will never walk in<br>Too long and deserted<br>To truly contemplate-<br>Fame and its follies<br>The delusions of a name<br>Death and destinies <br>Games of words<br>Encyclopedias of strange tribes<br>Anthropologies of gestures <br>A voice and tones of thinkers long unknown<br>Books rewritten <br>Literature as life <br>Reading as adventuring <br>Labyrinths, hourglasses, imaginary swords and battles<br>And loves whose only realization is their longing <br>Solitude and its self- deceptions <br>Escape and its consolations <br>The long road in poems and parables <br>Old age and the regrets of what one has never done-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read Borges <br>And there is the joy of the real thing<br>What only Literature can give <br>Life is more when read about <br>Than when lived -<br>A seeming in the silence <br>Where even the most beautiful words on the page<br>Are best seen as echoes of past worlds greater and more glorious <br>Long lines on the page defining worlds far away and forever mysterious<br>Time passing unapproachable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shalom+Freedman">Shalom Freedman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=516852" data-title="I Read Borges Poems de Shalom Freedman" data-description="I read Borges poems And the Night opens up a vast and different kind of Memory Histories of place I have never been Faces I have never seen Questions of Identity Streets I will never walk in Too long and deserted To truly contemplate- Fame and it..."></div> </div> </div>

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