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Jorge Luis Borges - Adam Cast Forth
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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 it`s 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, it`s 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.


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