tirsdag 30. september 2014

Poems & News: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze,wh...

Poems & News: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze,
wh...
: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze, where the perfect eye of the nesting blackbird watched, where one fern was always green. ...

Poems & News: My only solution for the problem of habitual accid...

Poems & News: My only solution for the problem of habitual accid...: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, If Hormuz closes, what than ? Their radiance dumbfounds and awes. No time has their water fo...

mandag 29. september 2014

lørdag 27. september 2014

Poems & News: Oh Guitarra !

Poems & News: Oh Guitarra !: La Guitarra                                                    The Guitar Empieza el llanto                                   ...

Poems & News: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced

Poems & News: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced: Rivers Many rivers run Down to many seas All my cares are one: On what river of these Could my heart have peach? Two banks t...

Poems & News: The Voice of...

Poems & News: The Voice of...: In the night a voice is shining... From inside Outerness I heard it... O Universe, to you I am... Oh the horror of the joy Of such t...

The Voice of...


In the night a voice is shining...
From inside Outerness I heard it...
O Universe, to you I am...
Oh the horror of the joy
Of such terror of the torch
Fading, which drives me on !


Ashes of idea and name
In me, and the voice:
O World,
Seed inside you that I am...
Mere echo of me, I'm drowned
In wave on wave of black flame
Where in God I'm swallowed.


Poems & News: Remember when I said it. I promised, Not to hold y...

Poems & News: Remember when I said it. I promised, Not to hold y...: Take your hand, Whenever, wherever, Because that is us, Because we don't need a reason, Because we simply can, From racing the...

Poems & News: Sonnet from the Portuguese--- Love ?

Poems & News: Sonnet from the Portuguese--- Love ?: If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say 'I love her for her smile ... for a trick of ...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...: El silencio... Oye, hijo mio, el silencio, Es un silencio ondulado, un silencio, donde resbalan valles y ecos y que inclina las fr...

Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating silence, a silence that turns valleys and echoes slippery, bends foreheads toward the ground...


El silencio...

Oye, hijo mio, el silencio,
Es un silencio ondulado,
un silencio,
donde resbalan valles y ecos
y que inclina las frentes
hacia el suelo...



fredag 26. september 2014

Poems & News: Har du noen gang sett gjennom glass? Du ser rett g...

Poems & News: Har du noen gang sett gjennom glass? Du ser rett g...: Time is like a bird, each feather that grows brings us higher and higher until we float - You turn one side, eyes open And there.....

Poems & News: A song without words !...

Poems & News: A song without words !...: No berries, no mushrooms remain in the wood, And yet it's so good, so good ! Every morning I go and bring something home Out of the ...

Poems & News: Signalement: Skriver bare ?... Snakker Norsk om na...

Poems & News: Signalement: Skriver bare ?... Snakker Norsk om na...: Akk for et liv !... Imellom skyggetrær på Gamleveien sykler vi lett, som om ingenting kan hindre oss. Hjulene sang gørra skvatt, å for...

Poems & News: Nadie comprendia el perfume de la oscura magnolia ...

Poems & News: Nadie comprendia el perfume de la oscura magnolia ...: Mil caballitos persas se dormian en la plaza con luna de tu frente, mientras que yo enlazaba cuatro noches tu cintura, enemiga de la ni...

Poems & News: El magnifico sauce de la lluvia, caía. ;Oh la lun...

Poems & News: El magnifico sauce de la lluvia, caía. ;Oh la lun...: La luna clava en el mar un largo cuerno de luz. Unicornio gris y verde, estremecido pero estético. El cielo flota sobre el aire ...

El magnifico sauce de la lluvia, caía. ;Oh la luna redonda sobre las ramas blancas! --- The magnificent willow of the rain was falling. Oh, round moon on white branches!



La luna clava en el mar
un largo cuerno de luz.

Unicornio gris y verde,
estremecido pero estético.

El cielo flota sobre el aire
como una inmensa flor de loto.

(;Oh, tu sola paseando
la ultima estancia de la noche!)



The moon fastens on the sea
a long horn of light.

Unicorn gray and green,
trembling yet ecstatic.

The sky floats on the air
like a giant lotus flower.

(O you, girl, packing alone
the final chamber of night!)








torsdag 25. september 2014

Poems & News: Der Krieg ist nichts als eine Fortsetzung des poli...

Poems & News: Der Krieg ist nichts als eine Fortsetzung des poli...: War in Syria ! Terrible... They say war is nothing But, a continuation of politics with the admixture of other means. The loosing ...

Poems & News: THE SWEDISH COTTAGE...

Poems & News: THE SWEDISH COTTAGE...: Here, far from all the pomp ambition seeks, Much sought, but only whilst untasted prais'd, content and Innocence, with rosy cheeks, ...

Poems & News: That garland ! Hurry ! For I'm dying ! Weave qui...

Poems & News: That garland ! Hurry ! For I'm dying ! Weave qui...: Between your love for me...  and mine for you. --- air of stars and tremor of plant --- a thicket of anemones rises with a dark moan an...

onsdag 24. september 2014

Poems & News: All the madness of the sweet days is lamented in t...

Poems & News: All the madness of the sweet days is lamented in t...: And there arrive the dark fighters, the flesh decked in faith and splendour, and pleasure with its whimsical distraction, but,  alas...

Poems & News: Come drifting, Come lightly, Come in solemn, Come ...

Poems & News: Come drifting, Come lightly, Come in solemn, Come ...: I try saying what I feel without thinking about what I feel. I try fitting words to the idea Without going down a corridor Of thoug...

Come drifting, Come lightly, Come in solemn, Come alone,---Hands fallen at your sides, Come bearing the distant hills to the foot of the trees.



I try saying what I feel
without thinking about what I feel.
I try fitting words to the idea
Without going down a corridor
Of thought to find words.


Poems & News: They took the town after a heavy bombing... In Sy...

Poems & News: They took the town after a heavy bombing... In Sy...: The little dark boy Lies in the street. His guts hang out And a toy train loose On a string, forgotten. His face is a mash Of oo...

Poems & News: La calle de los mudos : Detrás de las inmóviles v...

Poems & News: La calle de los mudos : Detrás de las inmóviles v...: Preciosa y el aire... Su luna de pergamino Preciosa tocando viene, por un anfibio sendero de cristales y laureles. El silencio sin e...

Poems & News: In the peace of night, full of so much enduring an...

Poems & News: In the peace of night, full of so much enduring an...: I raise my head that's suddenly dazed By my useless reading and writing, And I see there's peace in the night now ending, But...

tirsdag 23. september 2014

Poems & News: "Let us not speak, for the love we bear on another...

Poems & News: "Let us not speak, for the love we bear on another...: With both hands, Deed and Destiny, We unveiled it. In a single gesture, One lifts heavenward the trembling holy torch As the other t...

"Let us not speak, for the love we bear on another - Let us hold hands and look." Let us look on what happens in the world;



With both hands, Deed and Destiny,
We unveiled it. In a single gesture,
One lifts heavenward the trembling holy torch
As the other tears veil aside.
If all the refugees got hand in hand
How long will that chain be ?

Whether the hand that raised the flaming torch,
Was Chance, or Will, or Tempest,
God was the soul, the World the body
Of that guiding hand.


Poems & News: Who believes in them ? Who believes in their count...

Poems & News: Who believes in them ? Who believes in their count...: Consider how few real friends you have, because few people are apt to be anyone's friends.

Who believes in them ? Who believes in their counterparts ? So, is all to blame for the failure of everything ! The failure of everything is to blame for all them !


Consider how few real friends you have,
because few people are apt to be anyone's friends.


Poems & News: La calle de los mudos : Detrás de las inmóviles v...

Poems & News: La calle de los mudos : Detrás de las inmóviles v...: Preciosa y el aire... Su luna de pergamino Preciosa tocando viene, por un anfibio sendero de cristales y laureles. El silencio sin e...

Poems & News: Afraid to fight and afraid to fly, He cowers in an...

Poems & News: Afraid to fight and afraid to fly, He cowers in an...: A prayer... And then from the lava of Ætna To the ice of the Alps let there be One freedom, one faith without fetters, Let the people...

mandag 22. september 2014

Poems & News: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced

Poems & News: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced: Rivers Many rivers run Down to many seas All my cares are one: On what river of these Could my heart have peach? Two banks t...

Poems & News: When I am sad and weary, when I think all hope has...

Poems & News: When I am sad and weary, when I think all hope has...: When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say again, What did he say ? But I was one-and-twenty, So it was; No use to talk to m...

When I am sad and weary, when I think all hope has gone, when I walk alone to the border of... I think of you with nothing on.



When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say again,
What did he say ?
But I was one-and-twenty,
So it was;
No use to talk to me.



So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late in the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the Brest,
And the heart must passes to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more-a-roving
By the light of the moon.


Poems & News: I wasted my life all night doing some counting not...

Poems & News: I wasted my life all night doing some counting not...: I wasted my life all night doing some counting, not cars, no cats, not loves, no, nothing...

Poems & News: Oh Guitarra !

Poems & News: Oh Guitarra !: La Guitarra                                                    The Guitar Empieza el llanto                                   ...

Poems & News: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...

Poems & News: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...: Del llanto He cerrado mi balcón porque no quiero oír el llanto, pero por detrás de los grises muros no se oye otra cosa que el llan...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

Poems & News: When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ...

Poems & News: When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ...: When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, "The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; "This paid with si...

When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, "Give money but not your heart away";




When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
"This paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue."

And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, this true, this true...

Poems & News: Words...

Poems & News: Words...: Words discover me: picks/stalks, as- sorts of shaken yarrow ---snapped fates gathered,   re-strewn--- net ground against net: ...

Words...


Words
discover me:

picks/stalks, as-
sorts of
shaken yarrow
---snapped fates
gathered,   re-strewn---

net ground against net:
Mechanical moire',
swarf precisely blurred,
an easement,
print   of spores

this is not about light;
not the specks that shine through.

Tracks scratched on bone, cue
heat-cracks, fault---
---lines, ask.

---fingers spread---
whether, when, who: yes,
or no...

Only words to understand or not.







søndag 21. september 2014

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

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: Vi tynges i støvet av  syndenes skrud,  men fuglen i løvet  er nær ved Gud...  We weighed down  in the dust of the...

We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, Age, duty, money, Gods weight on our conscious bliss. Hope for the best and for the worse prepare. The sum of purposed wisdom speak for us...



Vi tynges i støvet av 

syndenes skrud, 

men fuglen i løvet 

er nær ved Gud... 


We weighed down 

in the dust of the 

forgiveness of 

abandonment, 

but the birds in the 

leaves are closer to God... 



Poems & News: What did you do ? Did your word ever come for you...

Poems & News: What did you do ? Did your word ever come for you...: The journey's end, the indefinable air, the moon of crates, dry moon poured upon scars, the torn tunic's calcareous hole, f...

Poems & News: My mind is like a kaleidoscope, click, click, clic...

Poems & News: My mind is like a kaleidoscope, click, click, clic...: They're starting at my back, see it snap like string...

Poems & News: So whatever else can I wish with everyone ? --- V...

Poems & News: So whatever else can I wish with everyone ? --- V...: Oh, how simple it all is, Simply make me love!

Poems & News: Nadie comprendia el perfume de la oscura magnolia ...

Poems & News: Nadie comprendia el perfume de la oscura magnolia ...: Mil caballitos persas se dormian en la plaza con luna de tu frente, mientras que yo enlazaba cuatro noches tu cintura, enemiga de la ni...

Poems & News: The cherry trees bend over and are shedding on the...

Poems & News: The cherry trees bend over and are shedding on the...: By the ford at the town's edge Horse and carter rest; The carter smokes on the bridge Watching the water press in swathes about his...

Poems & News: Riddle of ...

Poems & News: Riddle of ...: At the round  crossways six maidens dance. Three of flesh and three of silver. Dreams of yesterday seek them, but a golden Polyphemu...

Poems & News: Den som sår penger, høster armod!

Poems & News: Den som sår penger, høster armod!: Den som ingen penger har, slipper å bære pung... Men ugla pratet i vei og han brukte lengre og lengre ord, helt til han til slutt var t...

Poems & News: Ah ! ... : Old age has brought to me. Thy wisdom, ...

Poems & News: Ah ! ... : Old age has brought to me. Thy wisdom, ...: Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea...

Poems & News: Har du noen gang sett gjennom glass? Du ser rett g...

Poems & News: Har du noen gang sett gjennom glass? Du ser rett g...: Time is like a bird, each feather that grows brings us higher and higher until we float - You turn one side, eyes open And there.....

Poems & News: Nadie comprendia el perfume de la oscura magnolia ...

Poems & News: Nadie comprendia el perfume de la oscura magnolia ...: Mil caballitos persas se dormian en la plaza con luna de tu frente, mientras que yo enlazaba cuatro noches tu cintura, enemiga de la ni...

lørdag 20. september 2014

Poems & News: Ah ! ... : Old age has brought to me. Thy wisdom, ...

Poems & News: Ah ! ... : Old age has brought to me. Thy wisdom, ...: Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea...

Poems & News: The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, - Shak...

Poems & News: The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, - Shak...: Between my knees my forehead was, - My lips drawn in, said not Alas ! My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass. ...

Poems & News: Har du noen gang sett gjennom glass? Du ser rett g...

Poems & News: Har du noen gang sett gjennom glass? Du ser rett g...: Time is like a bird, each feather that grows brings us higher and higher until we float - You turn one side, eyes open And there.....

Poems & News: To day - Do we mind ? To day's life in the middle ...

Poems & News: To day - Do we mind ? To day's life in the middle ...: They died young Some said, for what ? Black hair, large eyes, and ? Nationalist, but not a gentleman ! Killing and some more... Dra...

To day - Do we mind ? To day's life in the middle east or shall we call it the chaos of the middle east with killings, refugees, and worse...


They died young
Some said, for what ?
Black hair, large eyes, and ?
Nationalist, but not a gentleman !
Killing and some more...
Dramatic for the people there,
No food,
No home,
No life,
Only disaster,
One after another,
Killings
Who ?
Why ?


Will the world help ?
I do not think so...
They drop some bombs...
Good, more killings
More disasters
Less life.


Being Human
To whom ?
Save some ?
So only one person is 
important to ourselves.
Ourselves
Within our body;
Within our skin ?
In our heart, 
In our head,
In our brain,
In our feet,
In our blood.
Are you sure that you exist
On your own?
We are closest to our selves.
Don't trouble us with others,
And their problems...


Congratulations.
Well done.
Twelve dead;
Two men burnt
To black cinders;
Ten more persons mutilated ---
Fragments of them
And much more
Is the daily life of the people
In the middle east. 
We speak...
But do we mind...








fredag 19. september 2014

torsdag 18. september 2014

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...: To a Prize Bird You suit me well; for you can make me laugh, Nor are you blinded by the chaff That every wind sends spinning from the r...

Poems & News: I am, I am surrounded by honeysuckle and wasteland...

Poems & News: I am, I am surrounded by honeysuckle and wasteland...: Many, many years ago, ago... My eyes went away from me following a dark girl who went by She was made of black mother-of-pearl, ma...

Poems & News: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

Poems & News: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...: Under the wheels of luxury... And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles   between us; and I reckons myself with the tra...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...: Woman:  Do you have a sword  decorated  with myrtle leaves ? Man: Smiles and raises his right foot...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...: Woman:  Do you have a sword  decorated  with myrtle leaves ? Man: Smiles and raises his right foot...

Poems & News: So whatever else can I wish with everyone ? --- V...

Poems & News: So whatever else can I wish with everyone ? --- V...: Oh, how simple it all is, Simply make me love!

Poems & News: The only freedom the gods grant us is this: to sub...

Poems & News: The only freedom the gods grant us is this: to sub...: It is what the gods, subject to eternal fate, do to maintain their calm and unwavering ancient conviction  that their life is divine...

Poems & News: Each thing...

Poems & News: Each thing...: Each thing, in its time, has its time. The trees do not blossom in winter, nor does the white cold cover the fields. The heat that t...

Poems & News: What can be read on walls...

Poems & News: What can be read on walls...: Perhaps, perhaps oblivion on earth, like a mantle can develop growth and  nourish life (maybe), like dark humus in the forest. Perh...

onsdag 17. september 2014

Poems & News: The Story of Solomon Waste...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: A man who has not passed through the inferno of hi...

Poems & News: A man who has not passed through the inferno of hi...: Passion for barrels or barrels of vine ?... Well, who knows, who knows, If once, way back, before me, I did not leave from such a dock...

Poems & News: Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. ...

Poems & News: Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. ...: He shall feed his flock like a shepherd; He shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead thos...

Poems & News: Ah ! ... : Old age has brought to me. Thy wisdom, ...

Poems & News: Ah ! ... : Old age has brought to me. Thy wisdom, ...: Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

Poems & News: Look into the mirror... starting down from on high...

Poems & News: Look into the mirror... starting down from on high...: Sun over fields That lead you to anywhere other than here Makes the heart sing Words carried away On winds of change Life is a wh...

Look into the mirror... starting down from on high, can feel like falling. Swaying one side to the other, I can't find...



Sun over fields
That lead you to
anywhere other than here
Makes the heart sing
Words carried away
On winds of change
Life is a whisper
You only hear...

Poems & News: The cherry trees bend over and are shedding on the...

Poems & News: The cherry trees bend over and are shedding on the...: By the ford at the town's edge Horse and carter rest; The carter smokes on the bridge Watching the water press in swathes about his...

Poems & News: Vann:

Poems & News: Vann:: Hva er det? Så skal en stråleglans fra deg igjen avspeiles her i oss? Ti når jeg deg i hjerte bær, da ses det av hvis slekt jeg er...

Poems & News: The Right Honourable gentleman is indebted to his ...

Poems & News: The Right Honourable gentleman is indebted to his ...: In reality, killing time  Is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.

tirsdag 16. september 2014

Poems & News: Sonnet from the Portuguese--- Love ?

Poems & News: Sonnet from the Portuguese--- Love ?: If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say 'I love her for her smile ... for a trick of ...

Poems & News: Ditt hjerte banker i mitt øre - Ditt blod strømmer...

Poems & News: Ditt hjerte banker i mitt øre - Ditt blod strømmer...: Naturens sang : Ned og opp. Opp og ned. Et barn synger i Sommerens regn utenfor alt inne i alt det blinker faller uten alder ute...

Poems & News: Riddle of ...

Poems & News: Riddle of ...: At the round  crossways six maidens dance. Three of flesh and three of silver. Dreams of yesterday seek them, but a golden Polyphemu...

Poems & News: Har du noen gang sett gjennom glass? Du ser rett g...

Poems & News: Har du noen gang sett gjennom glass? Du ser rett g...: Time is like a bird, each feather that grows brings us higher and higher until we float - You turn one side, eyes open And there.....

Har du noen gang sett gjennom glass? Du ser rett gjennom det. Men du vet ikke hva som er inni... Have you ever looked through glass? You see straight through it. But you don't know what's inside... ¿Alguna vez has mirado a través del cristal? Usted ve a través de ella. Pero usted no sabe lo que hay dentro... Haben Sie schon einmal durch Glas geschaut? Sie sehen gerade durch sie. Aber Sie wissen nicht, was drin ist.



Time is like a bird,
each feather that grows
brings us higher and higher
until we float -
You turn one side, eyes open
And there...

Tid er som en fugl, 
hver fjær som vokser 
bringer oss høyere og høyere 
før vi flyte - 
Du snur den ene siden, øynene åpne 
Og det ...

Es ist wie ein Vogel, 
jede Feder, die wächst 
bringt uns höher und höher 
bis wir schweben - 
Sie drehen eine Seite, die Augen offen 
Und es ...


El tiempo es como un pájaro, 
cada pluma que crece 
nos trae más y más alto 
hasta que flotamos - 
Que a su vez uno de los lados, con los ojos abiertos 
Y allí ...





søndag 14. september 2014

Poems & News: Whoever, horizon, passes beyond you passes from vi...

Poems & News: Whoever, horizon, passes beyond you passes from vi...: Take me, passing waves, to the oblivion of the sea ! Bequeath me to what I won't be... I, who raised a scaffold around the hous...

Poems & News: The colour of life...

Poems & News: The colour of life...: The people you thought you know - don't you know they are nay-more ? Heart-breaking, isn't it. How close you've let them ...

Poems & News: Jump, leap, take the bit between your teeth - Red-...

Poems & News: Jump, leap, take the bit between your teeth - Red-...: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned out to be after all, A sort of accessory or leftover, The foggy suburbs of my sincere emotion, ...

Poems & News: Whoever, horizon, passes beyond you passes from vi...

Poems & News: Whoever, horizon, passes beyond you passes from vi...: Take me, passing waves, to the oblivion of the sea ! Bequeath me to what I won't be... I, who raised a scaffold around the hous...

Whoever, horizon, passes beyond you passes from view, not from living or being. Don't call the soul dead when it flies away...



Take me, passing waves,
to the oblivion of the sea !
Bequeath me to what I won't be...
I, who raised a scaffold
around the house I never built.


Poems & News: I'm dizzy. that's right, I'm dizzy. I remain... an...

Poems & News: I'm dizzy. that's right, I'm dizzy. I remain... an...: I need to sit down... I'm dizzy. Now Every morning I wake up Dizzy... But if that's how it is, that's how it is. So I...

I'm dizzy. that's right, I'm dizzy. I remain... and dizzy. Yes, dizzy. Dizzy... Dizzy... I'm.


I need to sit down...
I'm dizzy.
Now
Every morning I wake up
Dizzy...
But if that's how it is,
that's how it is.
So I remain in the chair.
Dizzy...


I'm still
Dizzy...

Poems & News: All I ask the gods to grant me is that I ask them ...

Poems & News: All I ask the gods to grant me is that I ask them ...: No one loves anyone else; He loves what he finds of  himself in the other. Don't fret if others don't love you. They feel w...

All I ask the gods to grant me is that I ask them for nothing. Good luck is a yoke and to be happy oppresses, for it's an emotional state. I want to raise my not easy nor uneasy, purely calm being above the plane where men rejoice or grieve...


No one loves anyone else;
He loves what he finds of 
himself in the other.
Don't fret if others don't
love you.
They feel who you are,
and you're a stranger be 
who you are, even if never
loved.
Secure in yourself,
you will suffer few
sorrows...


Poems & News: Hva skjuler du under pukkelen ? sa en kamel til en...

Poems & News: Hva skjuler du under pukkelen ? sa en kamel til en...: I took off the mask and looked in the mirror. I was the same child I was years ago... I hadn't changed at all ... That's the...

Poems & News: For fools rush in where angels fear to tread...

Poems & News: For fools rush in where angels fear to tread...: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, Their radiance dumbfounds and awes. No time has their water for respite and calm, Forever at...

Poems & News: Nederlaget er som det visne løvet - - - av den mul...

Poems & News: Nederlaget er som det visne løvet - - - av den mul...: Guds hjerte vet vi ikke, men vi vet noe som oversvømmer oss som et regn over oss.

lørdag 13. september 2014

Poems & News: The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, - Shak...

Poems & News: The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, - Shak...: Between my knees my forehead was, - My lips drawn in, said not Alas ! My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass. ...

Poems & News: En mann er fattig som er uten sorg, men rik er den...

Poems & News: En mann er fattig som er uten sorg, men rik er den...: Oh we ain`t got a barrel of money, Maybe we`re ragged and funny, But we`ll travel along Singing` a song. A man is poor, which is ...

Poems & News: En mann er fattig som er uten sorg, men rik er den...

Poems & News: En mann er fattig som er uten sorg, men rik er den...: Oh we ain`t got a barrel of money, Maybe we`re ragged and funny, But we`ll travel along Singing` a song. A man is poor, which is ...

Poems & News: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...

Poems & News: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...: Look into my ocean, My name is Used-to-was; I am also called  Played-out  and Done-to-death, And it-will-wash-no-more... In an...

Poems & News: Er det samme solen som i går eller er ilden en ann...

Poems & News: Er det samme solen som i går eller er ilden en ann...: Is the same sun as yesterday  or fire another fire than it? ¿Es el mismo sol que ayer  o es otro el fuego de su fuego? Ist die gl...

Er det samme solen som i går eller er ilden en annen ild enn den ?



Is the same sun as yesterday 
or fire another fire than it?

¿Es el mismo sol que ayer 
o es otro el fuego de su fuego?

Ist die gleiche Sonne wie gestern oder 
Feuer ein anderes Feuer, als es?



Poems & News: If my body had been a bear, I wouldn't fear the st...

Poems & News: If my body had been a bear, I wouldn't fear the st...: Si mi nino hubiera sido un oso yo no temería el sigilo de los caimanes. Ni  hubiese visto al mar amarrado a los arboles para ser for...

Poems & News: De la rosa - - - The rose.

Poems & News: De la rosa - - - The rose.: La rosa                                                           The rose no buscaba la aurora:                                    was no...

Poems & News: Shades of Blue...

Poems & News: Shades of Blue...: Blue I love you blue. Blue I want you blue. Blue, blue, I want you. Blue how I want you blue. Blue, how I love you, blue. Blue, it&...

Poems & News: Eyes of disasters...

Poems & News: Eyes of disasters...: In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow. Death always emerging from those secret fields in: Palesti...

onsdag 10. september 2014

Poems & News: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...

Poems & News: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...: ¿Dónde está el niño que fui, todavía dentro de mí o fuera? Where is the child I was,  still inside me or gone?

Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller dratt ?



¿Dónde está el niño que fui,
todavía dentro de mí o fuera?



Where is the child I was, 
still inside me or gone?

Poems & News: So whatever else can I wish with everyone ? --- V...

Poems & News: So whatever else can I wish with everyone ? --- V...: Oh, how simple it all is, Simply make me love!

Poems & News: Life is not worth having, with all it can give; Fo...

Poems & News: Life is not worth having, with all it can give; Fo...: Come over the oceans, With food and something to eat, Over the great oceans, With hope and prosperity, Over the oceans of boundless hor...

Poems & News: The twelve months: Snowy, Flowy, Blowy - Showery, ...

Poems & News: The twelve months: Snowy, Flowy, Blowy - Showery, ...: Entryway to everything ! Bridge to everything ! Road to everything ! Your omnivorous soul, Your soul that's bird, fish, beast, man,...

Poems & News: Den ene synd drar den andre etter seg...

Poems & News: Den ene synd drar den andre etter seg...: Nei takk til sirkus: Nei takk, jeg vil ikke ha billetter til Deres sirkus. Og nå skal jeg forklare dere hvorfor. Jeg kan ikke fordra fo...

Poems & News: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.....

Poems & News: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.....: Many rivers run down to many seas all my cares are one; On what river of these could my heart have peach ? Two banks to each river, ...

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced...


Many rivers run down to many
seas all my cares are one;
On what river of these could
my heart have peach ?
Two banks to each river,
None where I may stray
hearing the rushes shiver
and seeing the river ever
pass, yet seem to stay.


Maybe there is another
River,
but far in me.
There I may meet the
Brother
of my eternity;
In what God will this be ?
Nothing;
All the leaves,
fallen from the tree.
To what grieves in me.




Poems & News: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...

Poems & News: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...: Del llanto He cerrado mi balcón porque no quiero oír el llanto, pero por detrás de los grises muros no se oye otra cosa que el llan...

tirsdag 9. september 2014

Poems & News: Brothers and sisters rocking, a dread beat pulsing...

Poems & News: Brothers and sisters rocking, a dread beat pulsing...: Cold lights hurting, breaking, hurting; Fire in the head and a dread beat bleeding, beating fire; dread and blood; and the hell...

Poems & News: When I was young, I had not given a penny for a so...

Poems & News: When I was young, I had not given a penny for a so...: I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heal to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the wor...

Poems & News: Sonnet from the Portuguese--- Love ?

Poems & News: Sonnet from the Portuguese--- Love ?: If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say 'I love her for her smile ... for a trick of ...

Poems & News: I could see an ending somewhere I didn't know how ...

Poems & News: I could see an ending somewhere I didn't know how ...: Now we cry leaves in the wind a shadow of ourselves. So leave me in this field of weeping, for all the bad things. Has all broken...

mandag 8. september 2014

Poems & News: I could see an ending somewhere I didn't know how ...

Poems & News: I could see an ending somewhere I didn't know how ...: Now we cry leaves in the wind a shadow of ourselves. So leave me in this field of weeping, for all the bad things. Has all broken...

I could see an ending somewhere I didn't know how far to where I would begin again -


Now we cry leaves in the wind
a shadow of ourselves.

So leave me in this field of
weeping, for all the bad
things.

Has all broken in this world?
Where are the silence ?

So leave me in this field of
disasters...

The horizon without light
is bitten by gunfires.

I have already told you to
leave me in this field
weeping.