Answers.Body: <p>Here's a poem by Jorge Luis Borges:</p>
  
  <p><strong>AJEDREZ</strong></p>
  
  <p>I</p>
  
  <p>En su grave rincón, los jugadores
  rigen las lentas piezas. El tablero
  los demora hasta el alba en su severo
  ámbito en que se odian dos colores.</p>
  
  <p>Adentro irradian mágicos rigores
  las formas: torre homérica, ligero
  caballo, armada reina, rey postrero,
  oblicuo alfil y peones agresores.</p>
  
  <p>Cuando los jugadores se hayan ido,
  cuando el tiempo los haya consumido,
  ciertamente no habrá cesado el rito.</p>
  
  <p>En el Oriente se encendió esta guerra
  cuyo anfiteatro es hoy toda la tierra.
  Como el otro, este juego es infinito.</p>
  
  <p>II</p>
  
  <p>Tenue rey, sesgo alfil, encarnizada
  reina, torre directa y peón ladino
  sobre lo negro y blanco del camino
  buscan y libran su batalla armada.</p>
  
  <p>No saben que la mano señalada
  del jugador gobierna su destino,
  no saben que un rigor adamantino
  sujeta su albedrío y su jornada.</p>
  
  <p>También el jugador es prisionero
  (la sentencia es de Omar) de otro tablero
  de negras noches y de blancos días.</p>
  
  <p>Dios mueve al jugador, y éste, la pieza.
  ¿Qué Dios detrás de Dios la trama empieza
  de polvo y tiempo y sueño y agonías?</p>
  
  <hr>
  
  <p>English translation:</p>
  
  <p>I</p>
  
  <p>In their solemn corner, the players move
  The slow pieces. The board detains them
  Until the dawn in its severe world
  In which two colors hate each other.</p>
  
  <p>Within the forms irradiates magic
  Strictness: Homeric rook, swift
  Knight, armed queen, crucial king,
  Oblique bishop and aggressive pawns.</p>
  
  <p>Once the players have finally left,
  Once time has devoured them,
  Surely the ritual will not have ended.</p>
  
  <p>In the orient like this very war flared up
  Whose amphitheater today is the earth entire.
  Like the other, the game is infinite.</p>
  
  <p>II</p>
  
  <p>Weakling king,  slanting bishop, relentless
  Queen, direct rook and cunning pawn
  Seek and wage their armed battle
  Across the black and white of the field.</p>
  
  <p>They know not that the player’s selected<br>
  Hand governs their destiny,
  They know not that a rigor adamantine
  Subjects their will and rules their day.</p>
  
  <p>The player also is a prisoner
  (The saying  is Omar’s) of another board
  Of black nights and of white days.</p>
  
  <p>God moves the player, and he, the piece.
  Which god behind God begets the plot
  Of dust and time and dream and agonies?</p>
  
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Answers.Body: <p>I like this one -</p>
  
  <pre><code>I'd be a happier man if I could play the Caro-Kann
  But it seems to me when I play pawn to QB3
  White gets a knight on K5, and then as sure as I'm alive
  My Rook file's opened and my Queen exposed to dangers unforseen
  By Nimzowitch and all that lot who think the Caro rather hot
  Then if I reach the middle game my play is lifeless cold and tame
  White's game is logical and bright, while nothing I can do is right.
  I grow so tired of "Check", "Check"
  "Check", that I become a nervous wreck
  And get into a hopeless pin, allowing White an easy win.
  Tell Nimzowitch it's all a plant. The opening's really Caro-Can't
  
  - Huxley St. John-Brooks.
  </code></pre>
  
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Answers.UserDisplayName: magd
Answers.Body: <p>Say this one- </p>
  
  <blockquote>
    <p>'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for
    Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays, And one
    by one back in the Closet lays. -- Omar Khayyam</p>
  </blockquote>
  
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Answers.Text: Though this must be about shatranj, rather than chess.
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Body: <p>I know only a couple. Fictions refers to movies or novels but not poems. Do you know any of them?</p>
  
Tags: <fiction>
Title: What is/are the bests poems about chess?
ThreadText: # What is/are the bests poems about chess?
  
  (Asked by: username_0 on 2015-02-18)
  
  I know only a couple. Fictions refers to movies or novels but not poems. Do you know any of them?
  
  **Tags:** fiction
  
  
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  ## 3 answers
  
  ### Answer by username_1 on 2015-02-19. Score: 3 | Accepted answer
  
  Here's a poem by Jorge Luis Borges:
  
  **AJEDREZ**
  
  I
  
  En su grave rincón, los jugadores
  rigen las lentas piezas. El tablero
  los demora hasta el alba en su severo
  ámbito en que se odian dos colores.
  
  Adentro irradian mágicos rigores
  las formas: torre homérica, ligero
  caballo, armada reina, rey postrero,
  oblicuo alfil y peones agresores.
  
  Cuando los jugadores se hayan ido,
  cuando el tiempo los haya consumido,
  ciertamente no habrá cesado el rito.
  
  En el Oriente se encendió esta guerra
  cuyo anfiteatro es hoy toda la tierra.
  Como el otro, este juego es infinito.
  
  II
  
  Tenue rey, sesgo alfil, encarnizada
  reina, torre directa y peón ladino
  sobre lo negro y blanco del camino
  buscan y libran su batalla armada.
  
  No saben que la mano señalada
  del jugador gobierna su destino,
  no saben que un rigor adamantino
  sujeta su albedrío y su jornada.
  
  También el jugador es prisionero
  (la sentencia es de Omar) de otro tablero
  de negras noches y de blancos días.
  
  Dios mueve al jugador, y éste, la pieza.
  ¿Qué Dios detrás de Dios la trama empieza
  de polvo y tiempo y sueño y agonías?
  
  ---
  
  English translation:
  
  I
  
  In their solemn corner, the players move
  The slow pieces. The board detains them
  Until the dawn in its severe world
  In which two colors hate each other.
  
  Within the forms irradiates magic
  Strictness: Homeric rook, swift
  Knight, armed queen, crucial king,
  Oblique bishop and aggressive pawns.
  
  Once the players have finally left,
  Once time has devoured them,
  Surely the ritual will not have ended.
  
  In the orient like this very war flared up
  Whose amphitheater today is the earth entire.
  Like the other, the game is infinite.
  
  II
  
  Weakling king, slanting bishop, relentless
  Queen, direct rook and cunning pawn
  Seek and wage their armed battle
  Across the black and white of the field.
  
  They know not that the player’s selected  
  Hand governs their destiny,
  They know not that a rigor adamantine
  Subjects their will and rules their day.
  
  The player also is a prisoner
  (The saying is Omar’s) of another board
  Of black nights and of white days.
  
  God moves the player, and he, the piece.
  Which god behind God begets the plot
  Of dust and time and dream and agonies?
  
  
  ---
  
  ### Answer by username_2 on 2015-02-18. Score: 3
  
  I like this one -
  
  ```
  I'd be a happier man if I could play the Caro-Kann
  But it seems to me when I play pawn to QB3
  White gets a knight on K5, and then as sure as I'm alive
  My Rook file's opened and my Queen exposed to dangers unforseen
  By Nimzowitch and all that lot who think the Caro rather hot
  Then if I reach the middle game my play is lifeless cold and tame
  White's game is logical and bright, while nothing I can do is right.
  I grow so tired of "Check", "Check"
  "Check", that I become a nervous wreck
  And get into a hopeless pin, allowing White an easy win.
  Tell Nimzowitch it's all a plant. The opening's really Caro-Can't
  
  - Huxley St. John-Brooks.
  
  ```
  
  
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  ### Answer by username_3 on 2015-02-18. Score: 2
  
  Say this one-
  
  > 'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for
  > Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays, And one
  > by one back in the Closet lays. -- Omar Khayyam
  
  > **Comments:**
  > **username_4**: Though this must be about shatranj, rather than chess.  
  
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