DEADLINE TO FINISH THE STORY: MARCH, 29TH
lunes, 30 de noviembre de 2020
STORY 2: BOYS AND GIRLS
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DEADLINE TO FINISH THE STORY: MARCH, 29TH
DEADLINE TO FINISH THE STORY: MARCH, 29TH
OUR TOY STORIES
OBJECTS. GUESS WHAT IT IS
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Could you translate this poem by Jorge Luis Borges into English?
LAS COSAS
The docile lock and the belated
Notes my few days left will grant
No time to read, the cards, the table,
A book, in its pages, that pressed
Violet, the leavings of an afternoon
Doubtless unforgettable, forgotten,
The reddened mirror facing to the west
Where burns illusory dawn. Many things,
Files, sills, atlases, wine-glasses, nails,
Which serve us, like unspeaking slaves,
So blind and so mysteriously secret!
They’ll long outlast our oblivion;
And never know that we are gone.
Could you write a similar text dedicated to your personal objects?
Could you translate this poem by Jorge Luis Borges into English?
LAS COSAS
El bastón, las monedas, el llavero,
la dócil cerradura, las tardías
notas que no leerán los pocos días
que me quedan, los naipes y el tablero,
un libro y en sus páginas la ajada
violeta, monumento de una tarde
sin duda inolvidable y ya olvidada,
el rojo espejo occidental en que arde
una ilusoria aurora. ¿Cuántas cosas,
limas, umbrales, atlas, copas, clavos,
nos sirven como tácitos esclavos,
ciegas y extrañamente sigilosas!
Durarán más allá de nuestro olvido;
no sabrán nunca que nos hemos ido.
Here you have a version in English
Things
My walking-stick, small change, key-ring,The docile lock and the belated
Notes my few days left will grant
No time to read, the cards, the table,
A book, in its pages, that pressed
Violet, the leavings of an afternoon
Doubtless unforgettable, forgotten,
The reddened mirror facing to the west
Where burns illusory dawn. Many things,
Files, sills, atlases, wine-glasses, nails,
Which serve us, like unspeaking slaves,
So blind and so mysteriously secret!
They’ll long outlast our oblivion;
And never know that we are gone.
Could you write a similar text dedicated to your personal objects?
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