Never mind, reading poetry to me is a pleasure and interesting. Studying poetry I never did but I'd like to share another Borges poem on his unbirthday.

AT THE BUTCHER's

Meaner than a house of prostitution
the meat market flaunts itself in the street like an insult.
Above the door
the head of a steer in a blind-eyed stare
watches over the witches' Sabbath
of flayed flesh and marble slabs
with the aloof majesty of an idol.

+ the original

CARNICERIA

Más vil que un lupanar
la carnicería rubrica como una afrenta la calle.
Sobre el dintel
una ciega cabeza de vaca
preside el aquellarre
de carne charra y mármoles finales
con la remota majestad de un ídolo.

Transl. N.Th. di Giovanni