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🦋 Nightmare
Some beautiful stuff in this piece from Seven Nights. (Some nice writing about this lecture at I've Been Reading Lately.)
Yo he tenido -- y tengo -- muchas pesadillas. A la más terrible, la que me parecÃo la más terrible, la usé para un soneto. Fue asÃ: yo estaba en mi habitación; amanecÃa (posiblemente ésa era la hora en el sueño), y al pie de la cama estaba un rey, un rey muy antiguo, y yo sabÃa en el sueño que era un rey del Norte, de Noruega. No me miraba: fijaba su mirada ciega en el cielorraso. Yo sabÃa que era un rey muy antiguo porque su cara era imposible ahora. Entonces sentà el terror de esa presencia. VeÃa al rey, veÃa su espada, veÃa su perro. Al cabo, desperté. Pero seguà viendo el rey por un rato, porque me habÃa impressionado. Referido, mi sueña es nada; soñado, fue terrible.
| | I've had -- I continue to have -- many nightmares. The most fearsome, the one which has always caused me the most fear, I used it for a sonnet.* Here it is: I was in my room, towards dawn (this was the hour in the dream, I believe), and at the foot of my bed there was a king, an ancient king; I knew in the dream that he was a northern king, a Norwegian king. He did not look on me: his gaze was fixed blindly on the ceiling. I knew he was an ancient king, for his face was one that would be unthinkable today. Then I felt the horror of his presence. I was looking at the king, looking at his sword, at his dog. At the end of all this I awoke. But I lay continuing to think of the king for a while; he made an impression on me. Retold, my dream is meaningless; dreamt, it was fearsome. |
I love the way Borges discounts this imagery in his final sentence -- it is similar to the first few lines of his story Ragnarök (a story which I hold out hope that Winston Rowntree someday will decide to illustrate).
*What poem is he speaking of here? Anybody with knowledge about this (or whether this is a red herring) speak up in comments please. The only reference to a Norwegian king I can find in his poems is in El reloj de arena when he speaks of the Saxon king Harold offering Harald Hardrada "six feet of English soil."
posted evening of Sunday, August 22nd, 2010 ➳ More posts about Siete Noches ➳ More posts about Jorge Luis Borges ➳ More posts about Readings ➳ More posts about Dreams
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