Suzanne LaGrande: In honor of The first day of Spring and world poetry day:Ars Poetica by J. L. Borges To gaze at the river made of time and water And recall that time itself is another river, To know we cease to be, just like the river, And that our faces pass away, just like the water. To feel that waking is another sleep That dreams it does not sleep and that death, Which our flesh dreads, is that very death Of every night, which we call sleep. To see in the day or in the year a symbol Of mankind’s days and of his years, To transform the outrage of the years Into a music, a rumor and a symbol, To see in death a sleep, and in the sunset A sad gold, of such is Poetry Immortal and a pauper. For Poetry Returns like the dawn and the sunset. At times in the afternoons a face Looks at us from the depths of a mirror; Art must be like that mirror That reveals to us this face of ours. They tell how Ulysses, glutted with wonders, Wept with love to descry his Ithaca Humble and green. Art is that Ithaca Of green eternity, not of wonders. It is also like an endless river That passes and remains, a mirror for one same Inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same And another, like an endless river. [From Dreamtigers, by Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Harold Morland] #Poetry #Borges #Spring #SpringTime #Beauty #poemas #naturaleza #Nature #worldpoetryday #worldpoetry