Jorge Luis Borges

(24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986 / Buenos Aires / Argentina)

The Art of Poetry



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Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Wednesday, January 25, 2012

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  • Rookie Renato Vilca (4/15/2009 12:51:00 AM)

    Great definition for the poem Tom Armstrong, but let me tell you were wrong about one thing. Borges wrote this one in Spanish and it was translated to English later on by Anthony Kerrigan, you can see ' A personal Anthology' published in 1994. the Spanish language is also rich and extent in vocabulary if yo dont know i suggest you take some classes. there we have great Latin american poets who stated that theres no other language that offers freedom at writing than Spanish. Dont Exalct the english language please just because its the only language you know.... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Afshin Azizi (4/2/2008 3:28:00 AM)

    The depth and richness in his poetry comes from a personality nurtured and trained in artistic reflections.No doubt a lesson for the so-called poets who masturbate with words. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tom Armstrong (7/14/2006 8:17:00 PM)

    I see this is one of the poems Borges wrote in English. He thought English offered more opportunities for the poet because of its rich vocabulary. He uses it well. I note the juxtaposition of time and water, the face in the water vanishing as the water rushes to the sea. His predisposition to live the instant fully being more important than being enslaved in time, which is meaningless. Art captures the moments eternally.
    I love this poem. (Report) Reply

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