The following is my prose translation of a poem by Jorge Luis Borges.
The Gold of the TigersUntil the sun is cleft by the west and bursts yellow, how often will I have watched the mighty Bengal tiger, patrolling its determined path, behind a grid of iron bars, with no inkling that these might imprison him. Afterwards, other tigers would come,
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Also I've got the Dreamtigers by Boyer...I'm only beginning to learn Spanish alas, and it may be a decade before I am capable of reading Borges with appreciation.
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