Trembling Hope

Trembling Hope

Poetry by Jorge Luis Borges

Trembling Hope


Photo by Andrew Moore

Photo by Andrew Moore

Let not the rash marble risk
garrulous breaches of oblivion's omnipotence,
in many words recalling
name, renown, events, birthplace.
All those glass jewels are best left in the dark.
Let not the marble say what men do not.
The essentials of the dead man's life--
the trembling hope,
the implacable miracle of pain, the wonder of sensual delight--
will abide forever.
Blindly the uncertain soul asks to continue
when it is the lives of others that will make that happen,
as you yourself are the mirror and image
of those who did not live as long as you
and others will be (and are) your immortality on earth.

Photo by Andrew Moore

Photo by Andrew Moore


Photography by Andrew Moore