Benny Bunter

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dont listen to that borges has never written a poem..

Found a nice sonnet by him

El espejo

¿Por qué persistes, incesante espejo?
¿Por qué duplicas, misterioso hermano,
el menor movimiento de mi mano?
¿Por qué en la sombra el súbito reflejo?

Eres el otro yo de que habla el griego
y acechas desde siempre. En la tersura
del agua incierta o del cristal que dura
me buscas y es inútil estar ciego.

El hecho de no verte y de saberte
te agrega horror, cosa de magia que osas
multiplicar la cifra de las cosas

que somos y que abarcan nuestra suerte.
Cuando esté muerto, copiarás a otro
y luego a otro, a otro, a otro, a otro…
 

other_life

bioconfused
Rise upright, new from womb in glory -
in glories holy from the womb. The dawn,
a high bright dawn, and new. Antique,
take thought - subdued, of song exalted.
Mercy, mountain - holy word annointed.

Anointed rise - word upright, wholly new.
A mountain from mercy, womb-exalted,
in song of glory taken. From of old
the new womb, subdued glory
thought holy. And dawn
the dawn- the dawn,
the dawn, the dawn.
Bright and high,
anointed rise.

Rise anointed - rise, anointed, high! Rise,
high word, and upright, bright - wholly
dawn anew. Dawn the mountain,
dawn mercy from the womb!
Come the dawn, in exalted song.
And dawn glory - holy, of thought taken.
Glory, subdued womb - from of old, the new.

Rise anew, anointed - of old
rise, anointed from high womb.
Rise subdued, high glory: word
taken and thought upright. Of bright,
holy, holy glory dawn - dawn anew.
And dawn song, the exalted mountain.
And dawn in mercy: come, o dawn -
from the womb. Rise, old anointed -
new.

The dawn: a high, bright dawn in glory.
Holy from the womb: a word-annointed
holy mountain mercy. And new-antique
take thought: subdued of song, exalted.
Upright, rise new - from the womb: in glory.
 

other_life

bioconfused
The Suspended Vocation:

The coupled norms in question:
the tortured forms at play in
the state of facts; the bird-like
worms and plantings firm come horses,
whipping down the backlit turns.

The sound will show the chalcoliths -
the waves summon Lilith for smith
with love - the glue and better of
the virtues. Plain love, unmaking
earth, unravels the virtues.

Cloud cover shown, the sun is
spittle shot and discus thrown,
the love-moved firmament's motile
throne: muddied wheel unstuck. Yes:
parallel struck, the didact
imputes poorer motive. But...

The sun at Egypt our forebears
worshipped, just as well moon at
Aram. In any case, our rivers are
long-lived exemplars, and loons and
egrets for answers. Waver like
a planting in the water -
a grackle flies low plain to eye;
inlets, currents cool the ankles.

Stream the body: feathers weigh
the rising water. Feet obverse
track paths: waves to the beachhead,
snagged in weeds and pearline clouds
lap the shoots and sprouts, run
the netted shouts. Mottled points for
myrtles, willows enjoin honor.
Godliness is wading in the water.
 
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