Nor can it even know it is the moon,Nor sand that it is sand. No thing may soonOr ever know it has a strange form here. —Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Willis Barnstone
One response to “The moon can’t know it is serene and clear,”
Our land and sky don a different costume every evening. You’re the one who collects them all for us. Even though I’m by your side when you do it and I see a part of what you see, you enable me to return to that Broadway play any time I want. I’m bowing to you and what you do for so many hours every day.
One response to “The moon can’t know it is serene and clear,”
Our land and sky don a different costume every evening. You’re the one who collects them all for us. Even though I’m by your side when you do it and I see a part of what you see, you enable me to return to that Broadway play any time I want. I’m bowing to you and what you do for so many hours every day.