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It’s amazing how good it feels to spend time alone in the darkness, free of other’s thoughts, simply feeling at one with yourself and with the darkness. I suspect anyone who has spent much time meditating can identify with this. More to the point, the poet feels that shutting all these distractions out will help him reach his center, his algebra, his key, his mirror. Without this distraction, the narrator suggests that he will have time to reflect on “the ones that I keep reading in my memory.” I’ve certainly felt that way at times I’m so busy reading poets that I’ve never read before that I don’t take the time to go back and re-read the poets, or authors, that have most impressed me in the past.
It’s easy to get so caught up reading what’s “new” that you can’t find the time to sit down and simply think your own thoughts.
With the loss of sight comes greater insight: “Democritus of Abdera plucked out his eyes in order to think Time has been my Democritus.” Much of what we see draws us away from our own thoughts. Many would be devastated by this loss of eyesight, but the line ” In my life there were always too many things.” would suggest that the loss of eyesight may be a blessing, a way of making the poet see what is important in life. The Dane’s staunch sword and the Persan’s moon,Īlthough this poem stands on its own, it is much more poignant if you know that Borges, like his father, gradually went blind in his 50’s and 60’s.īorges equates this loss of vision with old age, and “the animal has died, or almost,” physical desires no longer dominate a man’s, or woman’s, life but the “spirit” remains. The ones that I keep reading in my memory, There are no letters on the pages of books. Women are what they were so many years ago, This penumbra is slow and does not pain me In my life there were always too many things.ĭemocritus of Abdera plucked out his eyes in order to think Has gone back to being the Recoleta, the Retiro, A few days ago I cited the Prologue to “In Praise of Darkness,” and here’s the title poem from that work:
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