Jorge Luis Borges

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

The Art Of Poetry

To gaze at a river made of time and water
And remember Time is another river.
To know we stray like a river
and our faces vanish like water.

To feel that waking is another dream
that dreams of not dreaming and that the death
we fear in our bones is the death
that every night we call a dream.

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