Jorge Luis Borges

The Suicide

Not a star will remain in the night. The night itself will not remain. I will die and with me the sum Of the intolerable universe. I’ll erase the pyramids, the coins, The continents and all the faces. I’ll erase the accumulated past. I’ll make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I gaze at the last sunset. I am listening to the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no-one.

Translations into English by A. S. Kline