Taller than the others, this man
Walked among them, at a distance,
Now and then calling the angels
By their secret names. He would see
That which earthly eyes do not see:
The fierce geometry, the crystal
Labyrinth of God and the sordid
Milling of infernal delights.
He knew that Glory and Hell too
Are in your soul, with all their myths;
He knew, like the Greek, that the days
Of time are Eternity"s mirrors.
In unadorned Latin he went on listing
The unconditional Last Things.


Jorge Luis Borges | "Poesia Completa", pág. 220 | Debolsillo, 3ª. edição, 2016