Borges had a fascination for mirrors. Mirrors and labyrinths. Perhaps a mirror symbolizes something that connects human beings. No matter how different we are, we all experience joy, pain, sadness, fear. Sometimes art can be like a mirror. It can reflect your emotions and experiences.
The pictures I added to accompany this poem are snapshots of the upper Mississippi River (I took them myself). The only one that looks like an abstract painting --the one at the bottom of this post -- is a picture of Wisconsin River.
The Art of Poetry
To gaze at a river made of time and water
To know we stray like a river
and our faces go by like water.
To feel that waking is another dream
that dreams of not dreaming and that the death
we fear in our bones is the death
that every night we call a dream.
To see in every day and year a symbol
of all the days of man and of his years,
and to convert the outrage of the years
into a music, a sound and a symbol.
To see in death a dream, in the sunset
a golden sadness -- such is poetry,
humble and immortal, poetry,
returning, like dawn and the sunset.
Sometimes in the evening there's a face
that looks at us from the deep of a mirror.
Art must be that sort of mirror
revealing to each of us our face.
Jorge Luis Borges (fragment)