.: De gamle, har gløttet på dørene. Nå velger de seg ...

.: De gamle, har gløttet på dørene. Nå velger de seg ...: Det blir nok vår igjen, men den vår som gikk kommer aldri tilbake. Når aprilsolen gløder sin refleks i en sølepytt er det lyset de...

.: Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind p...

.: Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind p...: I'm a keeper of sheep. (Or humans ?) The sheep are my thoughts And each thought a sensation. I think with my eyes and my ears ...

.: Sometimes I start looking at a stone...

.: Sometimes I start looking at a stone...: Stone I am looking at;: I don't start thinking about where it exist. I don't get sidetracked, calling it my brother. I like ...

Sometimes I start looking at a stone...

Stone I am looking at;:

I don't start thinking about where it exist.
I don't get sidetracked, calling it my brother.
I like it for being a stone.
I like it because it feels nothing.
I like it because it's not related to me in any way.

At other times I hear the wind blow,
And I feel it was worth being born just to hear
The wind blow.

I don't know what people will think when they
Read this, but I feel it must be right since I think
It without any effort or any idea of what people
Who hear me will think,
Because I think it without thoughts,
Because I say it the way my words say it...

Please my friend have a nice time.

.: In this way or that way. As it may happen or not h...

.: In this way or that way. As it may happen or not h...: Beyond the bend in the road there may be a well, and there may  be a castle, I don't know and don't ask. As long as I'm ...

In this way or that way. As it may happen or not happen. Or/If in the same way that the sun reaches me...

Beyond the bend in the road
there may be a well, and there may 
be a castle, I don't know and don't ask.
As long as I'm on the road that's before
the bend I look only at the road before
the bend, because the road before the
bend is all I can see.
It would do me no good to look anywhere 
else or at what I can't see.
Here there's just the road before the bend,
and before the bend there's the road without 
any bend.

.: I don't know what Nature is: I sing it. I live on ...

.: I don't know what Nature is: I sing it. I live on ...: If sometimes I say that flowers smile And if I should say that rivers sing, It's not because I think there are smiles in flowers ...

I don't know what Nature is: I sing it. I live on top of the world, and that is my definition.

If sometimes I say that flowers smile
And if I should say that rivers sing,
It's not because I think there are smiles in flowers
And songs in the rivers'flowing...
It's so I can help misguided people
Feel the truly real existence of flowers and rivers.

since I write for the nature to read me,
I sometimes stoop
To the stupidity of their senses...
It isn't right, but I excuse myself,
Because I've only taken on this odious role,
An interpreter of nature.
Because there are people who don't grasp its language,
Which is no language at all.

.: Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?...

.: Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?...: Since we do nothing in this confused  World that lasts or that, Lasting, Is of any worth, And even what's useful for us we lose...

Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ? /// Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bli ?

Since we do nothing in this confused 
World that lasts or that,
Lasting,
Is of any worth,
And even what's useful for us we lose
So soon,
With our own lives,
Let us prefer the pleasure of the moment
To an absurd concern with the future...

.: The stars are enormous, Old and weak is the heart,...

.: The stars are enormous, Old and weak is the heart,...: What matters is to know how to see. To know how to see without thinking. To know how to see when seeing. Nor see when thinking. ...

The stars are enormous, Old and weak is the heart, but, it holds more than you know. and longer than the stars.

What matters is to know how to see.
To know how to see without thinking.
To know how to see when seeing.
Nor see when thinking.

To Love.
To feel.
To think.
To feel everything in every way.
To live everything from all sides.
To be the same thing in all ways.
To realize in oneself all humanity at all moments.

.: The age demanded an image - Of its accelerated gri...

.: The age demanded an image - Of its accelerated gri...: The tea-rose tea-gown, ... Supplants the mousseline of Cos, The pianola "replaces" Sappho's barbitos. Christ follows Di...

.: Et godt menneske er bedre enn alt annet godt... De...

.: Et godt menneske er bedre enn alt annet godt... De...: Den som aldri lever nu Lever aldri... Hva gjør du ? Og ingen kjenner, Hvor smerten stikker. Den arme jækel foruten venner, O' som...

.: In the beginning God created the heaven and the ea...

.: In the beginning God created the heaven and the ea...: Male and female created he them or ?... Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, And forgive the bad things created by man...

.: Noe så uklokt skal du aldri gjøre som å trette med...

.: Noe så uklokt skal du aldri gjøre som å trette med...: Alt du kan løfte er børa til bror din... Det er mange som fryser !...

.: Give peace in our time O, Lord...

.: Give peace in our time O, Lord...: From all evil and mischief; From sin, from the crafts and assaults of the devil; From thy wrath, and from everlasting damnation. Good ...

.: Oh Guitarra !

.: Oh Guitarra !: La Guitarra                                                    The Guitar Empieza el llanto                                   ...

.: Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvi...

.: Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvi...: Solitaire  Over the pianissimo of gold... my lonely poplar. Without some harmonical bird. Over the pianissimo of gold... The...

.: Es bildet ein Talent sich in der Stille, Sich ein ...

.: Es bildet ein Talent sich in der Stille, Sich ein ...: Talent develop in quiet places, character in the full current of human life...

Es bildet ein Talent sich in der Stille, Sich ein Charakter in dem Storm der Welt...

Talent develop in quiet places,
character in the full current of
human life...

.: Wenn es eine Freude ist das Gute zu geniessen, so ...

.: Wenn es eine Freude ist das Gute zu geniessen, so ...: Since it is a joy to have the benefit of what is good, it is a greater one to experience  what is better, and in art the best is goo...

Wenn es eine Freude ist das Gute zu geniessen, so ist es eine grøssere das Bessere zu empfinden, und in der Kunst ist das Beste gut genug.

Since it is a joy to have the
benefit of what is good,
it is a greater one to experience 
what is better,
and in art the best is good enough...

.: You're alone. No one knows it. Hush and feign. But...

.: You're alone. No one knows it. Hush and feign. But...: I love what I see because one day I'll stop seeing it. I also love it because it is. In this calm moment when I feel myself by l...

You're alone. No one knows it. Hush and feign. But feign without feigning. Hope for nothing that's not already in you. Future if fortune in yours...

I love what I see because one day
I'll stop seeing it.
I also love it because it is.
In this calm moment when I feel myself
by loving more than by being,
I love all existence and myself.
No better thing could the primitive
gods give me, where they to return---
They, who also know nothing.

.: Horses

.: Horses: Suddenly there were forms there: Heads bright of eye Leapt out of the alien dark, Out of the night into the headlight's gleam. ...

.: You'll become only who you always were...

.: You'll become only who you always were...: What the gods give they give at the start. Only once does Fate give you Your fate, for you're but one. Little is attained by the ...

You'll become only who you always were...

What the gods give they give at the start.
Only once does Fate give you
Your fate, for you're but one.
Little is attained by the effort you exert
In accord with you native ability.
Little, if you were not
Conceived for more.
Be glad to be who you cannot resist being.
You will still have the vast
sky to cover you, and the earth,
Green or dry, given the season.
Spring.

.: Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind p...

.: Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind p...: I'm a keeper of sheep. (Or humans ?) The sheep are my thoughts And each thought a sensation. I think with my eyes and my ears ...

Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind passes, and it goes away just as lightly, and I don't know what I'm thinking, nor do I wish to know...

I'm a keeper of sheep.
(Or humans ?)
The sheep are my thoughts
And each thought a sensation.
I think with my eyes and my ears
And with my hands and feet
And with my nose and mouth.

To think a flower is to see and smell it,
And to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.

That is why on a hot day
When I enjoy it so much I feel sad,
And I lie down in the grass
And close my warm eyes,
Then I feel my whole body lying down in reality,
I know the truth, of people,
And I'm happy.

.: I don't always succeed in feeling what I know I sh...

.: I don't always succeed in feeling what I know I sh...: Even so, I'm somebody. I'm the Discoverer of Nature. I'm the Argonaut of true sensations. I bring a new Universe into the...

I don't always succeed in feeling what I know I should feel...

Even so, I'm somebody.
I'm the Discoverer of Nature.
I'm the Argonaut of true sensations.
I bring a new Universe into the Universe
Because I bring to the Universe its very own self.,

This I feel, and this I write.
Knowing perfectly and not without seeing
That it's five o'clock in the morning
And the sun, though still not showing its head
Over the wall of the horizon,
May already be seen with its fingertips
Clawing the top of the wall
Of the horizon, full of low-lying hills.

.: The way to heaven for the Syrian people ?

.: The way to heaven for the Syrian people ?: Are there any heaven ? One day the Sultan, grand and grim, Ordered the General brought to him, "Now let thy wisdom solve to me ...

.: The way to heaven for the Syrian people ?

.: The way to heaven for the Syrian people ?: Are there any heaven ? One day the Sultan, grand and grim, Ordered the General brought to him, "Now let thy wisdom solve to me ...

The way to heaven for the Syrian people ?

Are there any heaven ?

One day the Sultan, grand and grim,
Ordered the General brought to him,
"Now let thy wisdom solve to me
The question I shall put to thee.
How many can we kill today?

Children...
Killed, wounded... abused... 
It is only children...
How is the most easiest to...
Where are the world ?
Not present.

How long and far can this go on ?

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...: My I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse  of the moment, or are the result of previous study ?... In such c...

.: The spirit of self-help is the root of all genuine...

.: The spirit of self-help is the root of all genuine...: Cheerfulness gives elasticity to the spirit and the horse. Specters fly before it.

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...: This is all the story of Solomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste, He fussed and work and toiled all frothing And at the end o...

.: Hvem gynger i natt på det voldsomme hav - Skipbrud...

.: Hvem gynger i natt på det voldsomme hav - Skipbrud...: O' Døve loser! blinde skippere ! Levende brødre ved mast og ror Jeg kaller på dere med vann i munn...

.: La civilizacion no es otra cosa que el ensayo de r...

.: La civilizacion no es otra cosa que el ensayo de r...: Civilization is nothing more  than the effort to reduce the use of force to the last resort. Vær tro i din vandring, det er kunn en...

.: Yours still, you mine; remember all the best - of ...

.: Yours still, you mine; remember all the best - of ...: To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose, Scentless, colorless, this ! Will it ever be thus (who knows) Thus with our bliss...

.: The Walk...

.: The Walk...: You did not walk with me Of late to the hill-top tree By the gated ways, As in earlier days; You were weak and lame, so you never came...

.: The Voice...

.: The Voice...: Woman much missed, How you call to me, Call to me. Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was al...

.: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...

.: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...: Some quick to arm, some for adventure, some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure, some for love of slaughter, in          i...

.: Og nå står bjerken i brudeslør, og fuglene er serv...

.: Og nå står bjerken i brudeslør, og fuglene er serv...: The wood-lark O where, what can that be ? Weedio-weedio: there again! So tiny a trickle of song-strain; And all round not to be foun...

.: After, we touch each stone, we say: this one is or...

.: After, we touch each stone, we say: this one is or...: The priest said only: "Brother Nature," "Brother Fjord," "Brother Water," "Brother Fire," ...

.: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...

.: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...: Y la tortuga pregunto: Que conversas con las naranjas? Og skilpadden spurte: Hva sier du til appelsinene ?

.: Das Erbarmen Gottes mit der einzigen Not, die alle...

.: Das Erbarmen Gottes mit der einzigen Not, die alle...: There are no limits to God`s compassion with Paradises  over their one universally felt want: he immediately created other animals bes...

.: How nice... But these thing also are Spring and Su...

.: How nice... But these thing also are Spring and Su...: But these things also are Spring's - On banks by the roadside the grass Long-dead that is grey now Than all the Winter it was; Th...

.: Fattigmanstrøst er å trøste seg selv, Du har hørt,...

.: Fattigmanstrøst er å trøste seg selv, Du har hørt,...

.: Oh Guitarra !

.: Oh Guitarra !: La Guitarra                                                    The Guitar Empieza el llanto                                   ...

.: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...

.: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...: Y la tortuga pregunto: Que conversas con las naranjas? Og skilpadden spurte: Hva sier du til appelsinene ?

.: When first I came here I had hope, hope for I knew...

.: When first I came here I had hope, hope for I knew...: Only by scaling its steps of chalk Would see something no other hill ever disclosed. And now I walk Down it the last time. Never will...

When first I came here I had hope, hope for I knew not what. Fast beat my heart at sight of the tall slope or grass and yews, as if my feet.

Only by scaling its steps of chalk
Would see something no other hill
ever disclosed. And now I walk
Down it the last time. Never will.

My heart beat so again at sight
Of any hill although as fair
And loftier. For infinite
The change, late unperceived, this year.

The twelfth, suddenly, shows me plain.
Hope now, - not health, nor cheerfulness,
Since they can come and go again,
As often one brief hour witnesses,-

Just hope has gone for ever. Perhaps
I may love other hills yet more
Than this: the future and the maps
Hide something I was waiting for.

One thing I know, that love with chance
And use and time and necessity
Will grow, and louder the heart's dance
At parting than at meeting be...

.: Hvorfor tar bladene livet av seg når de føler seg ...

.: Hvorfor tar bladene livet av seg når de føler seg ...: Por que se suicidan las hojas cuando se sienten amarillas ?

Hvorfor tar bladene livet av seg når de føler seg gule ?

Por que se suicidan las hojas
cuando se sienten amarillas ?

.: Tiene mas hojas un peral que Buscando el Tiempo Pe...

.: Tiene mas hojas un peral que Buscando el Tiempo Pe...: Har et pæretre flere blader enn  Søken etter den tapte tid ?

Tiene mas hojas un peral que Buscando el Tiempo Perdido ?

Har et pæretre flere blader enn 
Søken etter den tapte tid ?

.: I går, i går sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hvera...

.: I går, i går sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hvera...: Ayer, ayer dije a mis ojos cuando volveremos a vernos ?

.: Horses

.: Horses: Suddenly there were forms there: Heads bright of eye Leapt out of the alien dark, Out of the night into the headlight's gleam. ...

.: Mot 70'årene våkner jeg --- Tror jeg...

.: Mot 70'årene våkner jeg --- Tror jeg...: Mot alderdommen våkner jeg, Blodet bruser Er det bare virkelighetens drøm ? Markens stille hofter har mistet sine roser. Nattergale...

.: To a mouse: Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie...

.: To a mouse: Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie...: I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve; What then ? poor beastie, thou maun live I A daimen icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request:...

.: Out of us all that make rhymes, will you choose So...

.: Out of us all that make rhymes, will you choose So...: I know you: You are light as dreams, Tough as oak, Precious as gold, As poppies and corn, Or an old cloak: Sweet as our birds To the...

.: Jeg går der og undrer, hva ondt har jeg gjort, sid...

.: Jeg går der og undrer, hva ondt har jeg gjort, sid...: Men sorgen kan være rik... Så ber han til vår herre, Han ber for den kjære fordømte sjel, som Bibelens dom kanskje kjenner. Men sommern...

.: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...

.: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...: Fager er kvinnen ? Det går over jord, lyder i alle land. Jeg så det så fint ? Gjorde jeg det?

.: There is a silence where the town was old. Grass g...

.: There is a silence where the town was old. Grass g...: Life lived us, not we life. We. as bees sip, Looked, talked and had.  Trees grow as we did last. We loved the gods but as we see a ship....

.: Mot 70'årene våkner jeg --- Tror jeg...

.: Mot 70'årene våkner jeg --- Tror jeg...: Mot alderdommen våkner jeg, Blodet bruser Er det bare virkelighetens drøm ? Markens stille hofter har mistet sine roser. Nattergale...

Mot 70'årene våkner jeg --- Tror jeg...

Mot alderdommen våkner jeg,
Blodet bruser
Er det bare virkelighetens drøm ?

Markens stille hofter har mistet sine roser.
Nattergalen har druknet i Mossefossen,
som renner mørkt og slakt ned Mosseelven.
Gresset lyser som sølv som midt i en frost-natt
og syrinene prøver og skyte en siste knopp.

Nå er jeg av samme kjølige blod
som ser; stenen, marken og jordet.
Jeg sitter med dagen på den ene siden
og natten på den andre.
Svalene skriker ikke mer sine bekymringer
rundt meg.
Det er ikke lenger jeg som styrer...

Nå går jeg inn i min sannhets skog
der verden suser og jeg hører konkylie'nes
svar.
All menneskers stasfarse renner forbi og
betyr ingenting. Livets flettverk rakner og
oppløses i sine enkeltheter.
Mitt ansikt svinner hen som vissent gress.
Naturens alle øyner ser dette, vinden sniker
seg rundt mine føtter.
Kun en drikkende fugl hilser solen.

.: Jeg visste ikke hva lykke var før jeg giftet meg, ...

.: Jeg visste ikke hva lykke var før jeg giftet meg, ...: Time Is there time?Time for people. Time for the world. Everywhere we are looking for signs. But not anyone know what means what! Do w...

.: Alt har sin tid...

.: Alt har sin tid...: Alt har sin tid... Huset flyter ! Hermetikk, vindtøy, støvler på gulv og bord - termos, kompass og lomelykt - en kniv, to soveposer. ...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...: Vilt er livet... men vilvin er villere... For alle gode tanker de kan slett ikke dø... For ennå bedre tanker er spiret av deres frø... ...

.: I know not, care not, for I deem no shame to hold,...

.: I know not, care not, for I deem no shame to hold,...: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wish to live my life, and find My heart in unison with all mankind. My life is like...

I know not, care not, for I deem no shame to hold, flowers, and trees and stars the same, myself, as these, one atom in the whole.

I do not hunger for a well-stored mind,
I only wish to live my life, and find
My heart in unison with all mankind.

My life is like the single dewy star
That trembles on the horizon's primrose-bar,-
A microcosm where all things living are.

And if, among the noiseless grasses, Death
Should come behind and take away my breath,
I should not rise as one who sorroweth;

For I should pass, but all the world would be
Full of desire and young delight and glee,
And why should men be sad through loss of ?

The light is flying; in the silver-blue
The young moon shines from her bright window
through:
The mowers are all gone, and I go too.

.: I've got a new englyn. Now take it easy, Just let ...

.: I've got a new englyn. Now take it easy, Just let ...: But boy ! I couldn't 'elp thinking,' too. The old fella's no further off now (from them!) Than's was 'fore&#...

I've got a new englyn. Now take it easy, Just let me have a sit down- Lean on my arm ! I'll be all right- A new englyn to- If I can only sit down- There we are.

But boy !
I couldn't 'elp thinking,' too.
The old fella's no further off now
(from them!)
Than's was 'fore'e's a bit closer,
'Cos Gladys and Susie are reg'lars with the Spooks, once a week.
An''avin' some funny experiences, so I'ear.

Der, things'ave changed !
I was up on the old hill last night:
I saw ?
Nobody in 'is pew last night !

But this is what I was goin' to say-
It's a wonder...

.: Over a Drink or Under a...

.: Over a Drink or Under a...: Come on then my sweet let's be cruel tonight and let's catch up with that girl they call love that foolish elf who never ...

Over a Drink or Under a...

Come on then my sweet
let's be cruel tonight

and let's catch up
with that girl they call love
that foolish elf

who never sees sense
who always forgets
to leave her glass-green wings at home
when she sashays by like summer

let's be cruel tonight
and give her a call

that trusting child
with the heartstopping smile
all eden's glory in her hair
holding out gifts, brilliant leaves in her hands

let's call her now
that girl they call love

and as payback for something 
(that slips my mind now)
let's cut off her hair
pierce her palms
put out her eyes

and between us, smiling
transfix and tear

over a drink

those stupid, green-glitter wings.

.: I looked you in the face last night...

.: I looked you in the face last night...: L looked you in the face last night. Death, and found only my darling's face, its tender contours civilising the jeer of your ...

I looked you in the face last night...

L looked you in the face last night.
Death,
and found only
my darling's face,
its tender contours
civilising the jeer
of your surly skull's
mocking grimace.

I saw you as you were, my friend. 

I watched the struggle
in every line of your body
and your dear face,
unable to raise a hand
to strike a blow in the battle.

.: Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta a quien la pre...

.: Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta a quien la pre...: Syria today. Greetings... Congratulations. Well done. Twelve dead; Two men burnt To black cinders; Ten more persons mutilated - ...

Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta a quien la pregunto la hora ?

Syria today.
Greetings...

Congratulations. Well done.
Twelve dead;
Two men burnt
To black cinders;
Ten more persons mutilated -
Fragments of them
Over fifty gathered into plastic bags;
A girl's leg blasted off -
And that, as it happened,
Two days before her wedding;
One child lost an eye;
A baby's arm was burnt raw.
Three houses shattered,
Two shops, and ten cars.
Forward, forward still.
Well done. Congratulations.

.: I går, i går sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hvera...

.: I går, i går sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hvera...: Ayer, ayer dije a mis ojos cuando volveremos a vernos ?

.: After, we touch each stone, we say: this one is or...

.: After, we touch each stone, we say: this one is or...: The priest said only: "Brother Nature," "Brother Fjord," "Brother Water," "Brother Fire," ...

.: Being Human ?

.: Being Human ?: 'Only one person lives Within my body' 'Where is he, and who, Within your skin?' 'In my heart, in my head, in m...

.: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...

.: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...: Goa lovely "..." I like your wriestes, I like your gland`s, I like the fingers on your hands, I`d like to teach them how to ...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, but, don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I do...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...: Everlasting peace is a dream,  and not even a pleasant one;  Say some... do they think ? Look at Africa... Very bad, how can be summar...

.: Horses

.: Horses: Suddenly there were forms there: Heads bright of eye Leapt out of the alien dark, Out of the night into the headlight's gleam. ...

Horses

Suddenly there were forms there:
Heads bright of eye
Leapt out of the alien dark,
Out of the night into the headlight's gleam.

The twentieth century braked
And in the tousled manes before us
Pieces out of the past were
Gazing at us brightly.

Neighing and snorting nostrils,
Legs teeming with terror;
Scattering then. After the hooves
Stopped threshing the darkness: stillness.

After the nerves of seeing
Stopped twitching with the imprint of the flurry
Of the forms that came before our faces
Like a fist, the light was full of quietness.

Shifting into gear and moving
On a road that wound along the face of the world
In a wide night where time was untied
And let loose in a fearful roaming.

.: We like the World. We are at peace, asleep in the ...

.: We like the World. We are at peace, asleep in the ...: Through lenses the world opens, Disclosing movement, restlessness and ravening; A look at the other side of stillness. Strangenes...

We like the World. We are at peace, asleep in the outer space. These trees, fields and rivers, these crosses on hewn stone, aren't they all one ? Or do they exist ?

Through lenses the world opens,
Disclosing movement, restlessness and ravening;
A look at the other side of stillness.

Strangeness...

The small things amplify their being,
and armour is bred of brittleness;
Fierceness is born of frailty,
And the weak organs grow strong.

A fly leaps into largeness.
Its multiplied eyes a lattice.
Its body turns metal, black, in layers.
Glass and steel.
The other side of stillness:
Hardness.
The world, beneath its surface:
Hardness.
Frightening.
Darkness.