object:1.jlb - The Enigmas
book class:Borges - Poems
author class:Jorge Luis Borges
subject class:Poetry
class:chapter
LOS ENIGMAS
Yo que soy el que ahora est cantando
Ser maana el misterioso, el muerto,
El morador de un mgico y desierto
Orbe sin antes ni despus ni cuando.
As afirma la mstica. Me creo
Indigno del Infierno o de la Gloria,
Pero nada predigo. Nuestra historia
Cambia como las formas de Proteo.
Qu errante laberinto, qu blancura
Ciega de resplandor ser mi suerte,
Cuando me entregue el fin de esta aventura
La curiosa experiencia de la muerte?
Quiero beber su cristalino Olvido,
Ser para siempre; pero no haber sido.
THE ENIGMAS
I who am singing these lines today
Will be tomorrow the enigmatic corpse
Who dwells in a realm, magical and barren,
Without a before or an after or a when.
So say the mystics. I say I believe
Myself undeserving of Heaven or of Hell,
But make no predictions. Each mans tale
Shifts like the watery forms of Proteus.
What errant labyrinth, what blinding flash
Of splendor and glory shall become my fate
When the end of this adventure presents me with
The curious experience of death?
I want to drink its crystal-pure oblivion,
To be forever; but never to have been.
[John Updike]
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