I do not know what it is That you so earnestly wish to forget. That makes me tremble. I find you smothered In the startling infinity of the universe Where time neither sets nor rises And the stars are the stars are the stars. So I wake you from your sleep And pronounce your name, Shaking you into existence. The weight of memories A pebble rippling your dream-pool. There, I have disturbed the still hour, See how things begin to move: Swift-footed Time begins its race, And glaciers start to weep. Stars unfold their dark mysteries And secrets are spilled by quivering plums.
Beginnings and endings, I would not have you miss them. This then is why I woke you. Even the Lethe river must run its course.
Lethe riverβ The river of Forgetfulness in Greek mythology.
Reverso by Jorge Luis Borges (translated from Spanish) "To wake someone from sleep is a common day-to-day act that can set us trembling. To wake someone from sleep is to saddle some other with the interminable prison of the universe of his time, with neither sunset nor dawn. It is to show him he is someone or something subject to a name that lays claim to him and an accumulation of yesterdays. It is to trouble his eternity, to load him down with centuries and stars, to restore to time another Lazarus burdened with memory. It is to desecrate the waters of Lethe."
I would not have you remain suspended indefinitely in forgetfulness as the world turns groaningly on its axis. I would have you accept the inevitability of change in wonder.