Attributed to Borges

   Attributed to Borges
( No particular afternoon or evening)
I was known there once
I was known there,
at that Cantina
down in the Old Quarter,
the one frequented by peddlers
and grifters and those 
bohemians seeking solace 
and redemption in anonymity;
the anonymity of failure
a failure at once heroic and 
meaningless;
the tapas were always just so,
and the beauty of the wines
defied the logic inherent
in their price,
just as space and time itself
defied the logic inherent 
in that Cantina;
the one on the Old Quarter
where I was once known.

3 thoughts on “Attributed to Borges

  1. Pushmaotee Subrun

    and redemption in anonymity;
    the anonymity of failure…
    This pathetic plight of so many people at the cantina is really very touchingly portrayed!

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  2. amitapaul

    The recurring circular refrain and the scent of memory remind one of the abba pattern and surreal quality of some of Borges quatrains , such as the following :

    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.

    To see in every day and year a symbol
    of all the days of man and his years,
    and convert the outrage of the years
    into a music, a sound, and a symbol.

    Borges
    The Art of Poetry

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