Thursday, September 17, 2015

Poetry Thursday - Borges "Afterglow"


The sunset is always moving
however gaudy or impoverished it is,
but even more moving
is that  last, desperate glow
turning the plain rust colored
once the sun has at last gone down.
It hurts us to bear that strange, expanded light,
that hallucination infusing space
with unanimous fear of the dark,
which suddenly ends
when we realize it's an illusion,
as dreams end
when it dawns on us we're dreaming.

Jorge Luis Borges Poems of the Night

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