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Before our human dream (or terror) wove
Mythologies, cosmogonies, and love,
Before time coined its substance into days,
The sea, the always sea, existed: was.
Who is the sea? Who is that violent being,
Violent and ancient, who gnaws the foundations
Of earth? He is both one and many oceans;
He is abyss and splendor, chance and wind.
Who looks on the sea, sees it the first time,Every time, with the wonder distilled
From elementary things—from beautiful
Evenings, the moon, the leap of a bonfire.Who is the sea, and who am I? The day
That follows my last agony shall say.
—Jorge Luis Borges
Alastair Reid version
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