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Jorge Luis Borges

Famous Poet

Megan Tantillo

on 4 March 2013

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Transcript of Jorge Luis Borges

Jorge Luis Borges By Megan Tantillo,
Shree Kamath
and Heather Pai Jorge's Poems Pictures of Jorge We are the time, We are the famous Elegy Jorge's Early Life Jorge's Life (Continued) Jorge's Life Jorge's Life Jorge was born on August 24, 1899, in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Jorge wrote many poems as a young child.

In 1914, Jorge's family moved to Geneva, Switzerland.
He graduated high school in 1918 and moved back to Buenos Aires. During the 1930’s he published several stories in Buenos Aires. He released his first collection of stories, “The Garden of Forking Paths,” in 1941 and followed it up shortly thereafter with “Artifices.” In 1949 he published “El Aleph,” his second major collection of short stories. These two collections represent his most important work. By the 1960’s, readers around the world had discovered Jorge, and his works were translated into several different languages. In Argentina, he was awarded my dream job: director of the National Library. Unfortunately, his eyesight was failing, and he had to have others read books aloud to him. Borges continued to write and publish poems, short stories and essays. We are the time. We are the famous
metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.

We are the water, not the hard diamond,
the one that is lost, not the one that stands still.

We are the river and we are that greek
that looks himself into the river. His reflection
changes into the waters of the changing mirror,
into the crystal that changes like the fire.

We are the vain predetermined river,
in his travel to his sea.

The shadows have surrounded him.
Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away.

Memory does not stamp his own coin.

However, there is something that stays
however, there is something that bemoans. Oh destiny of Borges
to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world
or across that single and solitary sea of diverse
to have been a part of Edinburgh, of Zurich, of the
two Cordobas,
of Colombia and of Texas,
to have returned at the end of changing generations
to the ancient lands of his forebears,
to Andalucia, to Portugal and to those counties
where the Saxon warred with the Dane and they
mixed their blood,
to have wandered through the red and tranquil
labyrinth of London,
to have grown old in so many mirrors,
to have sought in vain the marble gaze of the statues,
to have questioned lithographs, encyclopedias,
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.
Oh destiny of Borges,
perhaps no stranger than your own More Poems The Art Of Poetry


Limits More about Jorge In 1967 he married Elsa Astete Millán, an old friend, but it did not last. Jorge spent most of his adult life living with his mother, who died in 1975 at the age of 99. In 1986 Borges married his longtime assistant Maria Kodama. The marriage lasted only a couple of months before Jorge passed away. Borges had no children. He died in 1986.
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