Gunnar Thorgilsson
The memory of time
Is full of swords and ships
And the dust of empires
And the rumble of hexameters
And the high horses of war
And shouts and Shakespeare.
I want to recall that kiss, the kiss
You bestowed on me in Iceland.
poem by Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Hoyt Rogers
Added by Dan Costinaş
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