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Heavens or the genome’s scroll. There it knows all things, and vernant love foremost. Here, God’s Word and ways elude us beyond Mays and cloudy days. There its luminous presence is manifest always and in all His ways. Here, the ineffable Thought and Word flees away, lost. There it is grasped in the seeing soul. Here the spirit sees through black moss as it lives and awaits the fated hour past its final loss,
Before the dream (or the terror) could weave Mythologies and cosmogonies,
Before time could mint itself into days,
The sea, the everlasting sea, it was and it had been.
Who is the sea? Who is that violent
Ancient being that gnaws at the pillars
Of the earth and is one and many seas
And abyss and splendor and chance and wind? Who looks at it sees it for the first time. Always. With the wonder that all elemental things
leave behind, the beautiful
Evenings, the moon, the fires of a bonfire. Who is the sea, who am I? I will know it In the ulterior day that succeeds my agony.
Borges, el Mar, The Sea72 Translated by Galiet & Galiet
72 Borges, Jorge Luis. Selected Poems. Ed. By Alexander Coleman. New York, Viking, 1999.
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