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A River With A Name Unknown

Let us look for a third tiger. This one
will be a form in my dreams like all others,
a system, an arrangement of human language,
and not the flesh-and-bone tiger
that, out of the reach of all mythologies,
paces the earth. I know all this; yet something
drives me to this ancient, perverse adventure,
foolish and vague, yet still I keep on looking
throughout the evening for the other tiger,
the other tiger, the one not in this poem.

—Jorge Luis Borges, The Other Tiger (El Otro Tigre)

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