Pais Adelante

by Jorge Luis Borges
I.

The useless dawn finds me in a desert street-
corner;I have outlived the night.
Night are proud waves; darkblue topheavy waves
laden with all the hues of deep spoil,laden with
things unlikely and desirable.
Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals,
of thinghs half given away, half withheldd,
of joys wth a dark hemisphere. Nights act
that way, I tell you.
The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds
and odd ends: some hated friends to chat
with, music for dreams, and the smoking of
bitter ashes. The things my hungry heart
has no use for.
The big wave brought you.
Words, any work. your laughter;and you so lazily
and incessantly beatutiful. We talked and you
have forgotten the words.
The shattering dawn finds me in a desert street
of my city.
Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to
make your name, the lit of your laughter:
these are the ilustrius toys you have left me.
I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find
them; I tell them to the few stray dogs and
too the few stray stars of the dawn.
Your dark rich life...
I must get at you, somehow; I put away those
ilustrious toys you have left me; I want your
hidden look, your real smile...that lonely.
mocking smile your coal mirror knows.

Jorge Luis Borges!!!!!!