Now from a blur
of tanks in Santiago, a white horse
gallops, riderless, chased by drunk soldiers
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There is a street nearby that is widowed of my footsteps
there is a mirror that has seen me for the last time
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They are. The link takes you to the poem.
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Sorry for the oversight. BTW the poem you cite (from El Hacedor) was JLB'S second "Límites". poeticous.com/borges/limites
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no need to apologize!

