by Jorge Luis Borges
In one man's day are all of history's:
from that inconceivable first day ever,
when a terrible God fixed days and agonies,
down to that other when the ubiquitous river
of time on earth flows backward to its source,
which is Eternity, and quenches there
future and past in this moment, all I possess.
Between sunrise and nightfall will occur
our universal history. From the night
I can see Hebrew roads under my feet,
and Carthage sacked and laid waste street by street,
and black Hell, and the Glory of the Light.
Grant me the nerve and energy, Lord, I pray,
to climb the weary summit of this day.
(Translated from the Spanish by Dick Barnes and Robert Mezey)