#70 Tu (8/30/22) - DOOMSDAY, a poem by J.L.Borges (Los conjurados, 1985)
DOOMSDAY
It will be when the trumpet sounds, as Saint John the Theologian writes.
It was in 1757, according to Swedenborg's testimony.
It was in Israel (when the she-wolf nailed Christ's flesh to the cross),
[but not only then.
It happens in every pulsation of your blood.
There is not an instant that cannot be the crater of Hell.
There is not an instant that cannot be the water of Paradise.
There is not an instant that is not loaded like a weapon.
In every moment you can be Cain or Siddhartha, the mask or the face.
At every moment Helen of Troy can reveal her love to you.
At each instant the rooster may have crowed three times.
At each moment the hourglass drops the last drop.
[GT, tr.]
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