To die for a religion is easier than to live it absolutely.
Jorge Luis Borges, ‘Deutsches Requiem,’ Labyrinths
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The Aleph and Other Stories
– Jorge Luis Borges 1933-1969.
Jonathan Cape. 1971.
Fragment
by Jorge Luis Borges
A sword,
A sword of iron forged in the cold of the dawn,
A sword with runes
That none can disregard or decipher from the rest,
A sword of the Baltic to be sung in Northumbria.
A sword the poets
Raise to ice and fire,
A sword for one king to pass to another king
And then to a dream,
A sword to be loyal
Until the sure hour of Destiny,
A sword that illuminates the battle.
A sword in the hand
That governs the gorgeous battle, the weavings of men,
A sword in the hand
That reddened the wolf’s teeth
And the fierce beak of the raven,
A sword in the hand
That will shower the red gold,
A sword in the hand
That brings death to the serpent in his bed of gold,
A sword in the hand
That wins a king and loses a king,
A sword in the hand
That ravages the jungle of spears.
A sword in the hand of Beowulf.
-Está en el sótano del comedor … Es mío, es mío; yo lo descubrí en la niñez, antes de la edad escolar. La escalera del sótano es empinada, mis tíos me tenían prohibido el descenso, pero alguien dijo que había un mundo en el sótano. Se refería, lo supe después, a un baúl, pero yo entendí que había un mundo. Bajé secretamente, rodé por la escalera vedada, caí. Al abrir los ojos, vi el Aleph.
Jorge Luis Borges. El Aleph.
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