Elegy Poem by Jorge Luis Borges

Oh destiny of Borges, perhaps no stranger than your own.

to have seen the things that men see, death, the sluggish dawn, the plains, and the delicate stars, and to have seen nothing, or almost nothing except the face of a girl from Buenos Aires a face that does not want you to remember it.

A type of list poem. ''to have seen nothing, or almost nothing/ except the face of a girl from Buenos Aires/ a face that does not want you to remember it' . Some poignancy here.