Posted on Tuesday 5 September 2006

Remorse - J.L. Borges

I have committed the worst sin of all
That a man can commit. I have not been
Happy. Let the glaciers of oblivion
Drag me and mercilessly let me fall.
My parents bred and bore me for a higher
Faith in the human game of nights and days;
For earth, for air, for water, and for fire.
I let them down. I wasn’t happy. My ways
Have not fulfilled their youthful hope. I gave
My mind to the symmetric stubbornness
Of art, and all its webs of pettiness.
They willed me bravery. I wasn’t brave.
It never leaves my side, since I began:
This shadow of having been a brooding man.

All the things I wanted to say this past year but did not have the poetic abilities of Borges to do so. Right now though, I pretend. I pretend that I am fine and I believe it.

1 Comment for ''

    April 11, 2007 | 11:40 pm

    thank you for posting the poem. i feel the same way too.

Leave a comment

RSS feed for comments on this post


Deprecated: Function split() is deprecated in /nfs/c03/h05/mnt/47112/domains/ on line 215