Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

All things left her, allBut one. Her highborn courtlinessAccompanied her to the end,Beyond the rapture and its eclipse,In a way like an angel’s. Of ElviraThe first thing that I saw – such years ago -Was her smile and also it was the last.

Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

All things left her, allBut one. Her highborn courtlinessAccompanied her to the end,Beyond the rapture and its eclipse,In a way like an angel’s. Of ElviraThe first thing that I saw – such years ago -Was her smile and also it was the last.

Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers

All things left her, allBut one. Her highborn courtlinessAccompanied her to the end,Beyond the rapture and its eclipse,In a way like an angel’s. Of ElviraThe first thing that I saw – such years ago -Was her smile and also it was the last.