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Classic Poetry Series Jorge Luis Borges - poems - Publication Date: 2004 Publisher: PoemHunter.Com - The Worlds Poetry Archive Adam Cast Forth Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream? Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried, Almost for consolation, if the bygone period Over which this Adam, wretched now, once reigned supreme, Might not have been just a magical illusion Of that God I dreamed. Already its imprecise In my memory, the clear Paradise, But I know it exists, in flower and profusion, Although not for me. My punishment for life Is the stubborn earth with the incestuous strife Of Cains and Abels and their brood; I await no pardon. Yet, its much to have loved, to have known true joy, To have had -- if only for just one day -- The experience of touching the living Garden. Translated by Genia Gurarie, 4.1.96 Copyright retained by Genia Gurarie. email: egurarie@ /~egurarie/ For permission to reproduce, write personally to the translator. Jorge Luis Borges www.PoemH - The Worlds Poetry Archive 2 Art of Poetry, The To gaze at a river made of time and water And remember Time is another river. To know we stray like a river and our faces vanish like water. To feel that waking is another dream that dreams of not dreaming and that the death we fear in our bones is the death that every night we call a dream. To see in every day and year a symbol of all the days of man and his years, and convert the outrage