Adrienne Blank
lunch-poems:

EMILY HUNT | “VIEW FROM A REGULAR FANTASY”
zitterberg:

Truls EspedalThe Light II
To a Cat

Mirrors are not more silent

nor the creeping dawn more secretive;

in the moonlight, you are the panther

we catch sight of from afar.

By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,

we look for you in vain;

More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,

yours is the solitude, yours the secret.

Your haunch allows the lingering

caress of my hand. You have accepted,

since that long forgotten past,

the love of the distrustful hand.

You belong to another time. You are lord

of a place bounded like a dream.


- Jorge Luis Borges

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