PLAINNESS<\/p>\n
The garden’s grillework gate
\nopens with the ease of a page
\nin a well-thumbed book,
\nand, once inside, our eyes
\nhave no need to dwell on objects
\nalready fixed and exact in memory.
\nHere habits and minds and the private language all families invent
\nare everyday things to me.
\nWhat necessity is there to speak
\nor to pretend to be someone else?
\nThe whole house knows me:
\nthey’re aware of my worries and weakness.
\nThis is the best that can happen –
\nwhat Heaven perhaps will grant us:
\nnot be be wondered at, or required to succeed
\nbut simply to be let in
\nas part of an undeniable Reality
\nlike stones of the road, like trees.<\/p>\n
Jorge Luis Borges
\ntranslated from the Spanish by Norman Thomas di Giovanni<\/p>\n
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