POEM FOR A CAT
Jorge Luis Borges, Argentine writer ,1899-1986
No mirrors are quieter and more stealthy
dawn adventure;
are, under the moon
that panther we catch sight of from afar.
For indecipherable work
divine decree, we seek in vain;
remoter than the Ganges or the sunset,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch
the lingering caress of my hand. You have accepted,
from that eternity which is already forgotten,
the love of the distrustful hand.
to another time. You own
a closed environment like a dream.
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