Poems & News: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

Poems & News: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...: Eine aktive Linie, die sich frei ergeht, ein Spaziergang um seiner selbst willen, ohne Ziel. Das agens ist ein Punkt, der sich versch...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...: There is no umbrella against love that chews up and spits out- like a mouth; that grinds like a disaster. There is no umbrella ...

Poems & News: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...

Poems & News: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...: Sometimes, It's like being lonely, Walking the dirt track road, You can sit, Watch the clouds, Time through the hour glass, Or...

Poems & News: Eros, yo quiero guiarte, Padre Ciego... Pido a tus...

Poems & News: Eros, yo quiero guiarte, Padre Ciego... Pido a tus...: Eros, let me lead you, Blind Father... And at your almighty hands I ask for his prodigal body arrayed in fire covering mine, pale a...

Eros, yo quiero guiarte, Padre Ciego... Pido a tus manos todopoderosas ;su cuerpo excelso derramado en fuego sobre mi cuerpo desmayado en rosas!

Eros, let me lead you,
Blind Father...
And at your almighty hands I ask
for his prodigal body arrayed in fire
covering mine,
pale among petals of damask!

Poems & News: What does he think? What is he thinking, that man ...

Poems & News: What does he think? What is he thinking, that man ...: Raise the oars, be carried along, with eyes closed. Open your eyes, find yourself alive: the miracle repeats. Go, get up, forget ...

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: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...: There is no umbrella against love that chews up and spits out- like a mouth; that grinds like a disaster. There is no umbrella ...

Poems & News: What does he think? What is he thinking, that man ...

Poems & News: What does he think? What is he thinking, that man ...: Raise the oars, be carried along, with eyes closed. Open your eyes, find yourself alive: the miracle repeats. Go, get up, forget ...

What does he think? What is he thinking, that man who trembles between a rifle and a wall?

Raise the oars, be carried
along, with eyes closed.
Open your eyes, find yourself
alive:
the miracle repeats.

Go, get up,
forget
this shore,
where you have landed.

Poems & News: I have invented new worlds, I have dreamed nights ...

Poems & News: I have invented new worlds, I have dreamed nights ...: Yet never Can I recover that first day when our fathers emerged, with their tribes, from the humid jungle and looked  to the East. ...

I have invented new worlds, I have dreamed nights built out of ineffable substances. I have made burning stars, subtle lights next to half-closed eyes...

Yet never
Can I recover that first day
when our fathers emerged,
with their tribes,
from the humid jungle and looked 
to the East.
They listened to the roar,
the song of birds,
and they saw rise up a man with a burning face.
Whose looks,
full of light,
dried up the marshes,
a rall,
burning youth whose face was aflame;
Whose face lit up the whole world!

Poems & News: My heart goes on with its soft grieving density......

Poems & News: My heart goes on with its soft grieving density......: But the blood is already marching--- it reverberates--- Toward a hidden and anchored country, among heavy metals named for a boy an...

My heart goes on with its soft grieving density... = Pasa mi corazon con su pastosa identidad doliente...

But the blood is already marching---
it reverberates---
Toward a hidden and anchored country,
among heavy metals named for a boy
and vast materials outside my pulse.

Poems & News: What is life? a frenzy. what is life ? An illusion...

Poems & News: What is life? a frenzy. what is life ? An illusion...: My gesture that destroys The hill of ants The ants might think's inflicted by some godly being But I do not take myself to be divi...

Poems & News: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...

Poems & News: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...: My love, My love, My god-love ! Let me kiss... On thy cold lips thy hot lips now immortal, Greeting thee at Death's portal's hap...

Poems & News: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...

Poems & News: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...: L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand. Enn så lenge får jeg klare meg me...

Poems & News: Every one must find their own way... There's a hea...

Poems & News: Every one must find their own way... There's a hea...: Pain stalks  the racing heart when gagged and grief-struck love whispers... Drop by drop the oblivious rain dries on the terra...

Poems & News: Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bl...

Poems & News: Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bl...: The colour of Life... I was once a star. I travelled anywhere My path not even a journey Just me, My own universe - You and they ...

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

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...

Poems & News: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...: White hair means yearning For youth's lost pleasures Not only through age But also life's sorrows Yearnings are white doves...

Poems & News: Every one must find their own way... There's a hea...

Poems & News: Every one must find their own way... There's a hea...: Pain stalks  the racing heart when gagged and grief-struck love whispers... Drop by drop the oblivious rain dries on the terra...

Poems & News: Two things remained constant: the chamber of stars...

Poems & News: Two things remained constant: the chamber of stars...: I've got a new/old star Now take it easy my friend. Just let us have a sit down - Relax... Lean on my arm ! I'll be all rig...

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...

Poems & News: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days ! co...

Poems & News: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days ! co...: I the roses love in the gardens of ... Cast your mind on other days That we in coming days may be... In dreams begins human... So let u...

Poems & News: When I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the s...

Poems & News: When I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the s...: First come I; My name is Knowledge. There's no knowledge but I know it. I am master of my world; What I don't know isn't kn...

Poems & News: My only books where woman's looks, And folly's all...

Poems & News: My only books where woman's looks, And folly's all...: When you are old and grey and full of sleep, You kiss'd me when we met, And slowly read, and dream of the soft book. Jumping from the...

Poems & News: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or...

Poems & News: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or...: Shall I finish or break it off, Suffer life till the end, though so rough ? Mostly out of accord with myself By my own Or another's...

Poems & News: To a Sparrow...

Poems & News: To a Sparrow...: Look, here's another bread-crumb for your piping, And a piece of apple as a sweetener. It gladdens me to hear your steady pecking; I...

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: On darkest nights I've seen rays of the purest spl...

Poems & News: On darkest nights I've seen rays of the purest spl...: Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma, Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma... I am an honest man Fr...

On darkest nights I've seen rays of the purest splendour raining upon my head from heavenly beauty... = Yo he visto en la noche oscura llover sobre mi cabeza los rayos de lumbre pura de la divina belleza...

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma,
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma...

I am an honest man
From where the palms grow,
Before I die I want my soul
To shed its poetry...

Poems & News: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Under the wide and starry sky, dig the grave and l...

Poems & News: Under the wide and starry sky, dig the grave and l...: This be the verse you grave for me; Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the ...

Poems & News: She lived shut in by flowers and trees - And shade...

Poems & News: She lived shut in by flowers and trees - And shade...: On this side lay the trackless sea, On that the great world's mystery; But all unseen and all unguessed They could not break upon he...

Poems & News: The wise man does not fear the world. That waist b...

Poems & News: The wise man does not fear the world. That waist b...: Not feigning that he grasps - how glib ! - The madness of creation , H broods upon his mortal state, His birth was betrayal. The wise...

Poems & News: The fat lady came first, tearing out roots and moi...

Poems & News: The fat lady came first, tearing out roots and moi...: Paisaje de la multitud que vomita La mujer gorda venia delante arrancando las raíces y mojando el  pergamino de los tambores. La mujer...

Poems & News: The Forgetting Begins...

Poems & News: The Forgetting Begins...: Today the 'sigl-di-gwt' became a wagtail. I watched closely as the stream's printing press moved the day's newspapers ...

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: No one, in the vast and virgin jungle...

Poems & News: No one, in the vast and virgin jungle...: No one, in the vast and virgin jungle Of this un reckoned world, ever sees The God he knows. Only what is borne upon the wind, Upon...

No one, in the vast and virgin jungle...

No one, in the vast and virgin jungle
Of this un reckoned world, ever sees
The God he knows.
Only what is borne upon the wind,
Upon the wind is heard.
All we ponder, 
Our loves,
Our gods,
Pass on, because we do...

Poems & News: Moder, i ditt milde øie speiler seg en himmelsk fr...

Poems & News: Moder, i ditt milde øie speiler seg en himmelsk fr...: Mother, in your soft eyes, Reflected a heavenly peace, And our Father in the highest, Let the sun lovely go down...  I ne`er was...

Poems & News: God is love, but get it in writing !...

Poems & News: God is love, but get it in writing !...: Less than the dust, beneath thy Chariot wheel, Less than rust, that never stained thy Sword, Less than the trust thou hast in me, Oh, Lo...

Poems & News: Through the night of doubt and sorrow onward goes ...

Poems & News: Through the night of doubt and sorrow onward goes ...: The present contains nothing more than the past,  and what is found in the effect was already in the cause...  The vital spirit! And...

Poems & News: 'Idie, Idie!' the Mother said, 'My children die fo...

Poems & News: 'Idie, Idie!' the Mother said, 'My children die fo...: To see a World in a grain of sand, and a Heaven in a wild flower, far away, hold infinity in the palm of your hand. And Eternity in ...

'Idie, Idie!' the Mother said, 'My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless tyrant said?' The Monk sat down on the stony bed.

To see a World in a grain of sand,
and a Heaven in a wild flower,
far away,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand.
And Eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
puts all Heaven in a rage.
No mercy for you and me.

Poems & News: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot! Langt bort...

Poems & News: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot! Langt bort...: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced... Convent of Peninha Denne verden er blott en ørken, og en pilgrim føler det titt...

Poems & News: Some are weather-wise, some are otherwise...

Poems & News: Some are weather-wise, some are otherwise...: Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace ! Where there is hatred let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt,...

Poems & News: The beauty you create shall be known as compassion...

Poems & News: The beauty you create shall be known as compassion...: Close... Little fleece of my flesh that I wove in my womb, little shivering fleece, sleep close to me! The partridge sleeps in...

The beauty you create shall be known as compassion and shall console the hearts of men... Tu belleza se llamara tambinen misericordia, y consolara el corazon de los hombres...

Close...
Little fleece of my flesh
that I wove in my womb,
little shivering fleece,
sleep close to me!

The partridge sleeps in the clover
hearing its heart beat.
My breathing will not wake you.
Sleep close to me

Little trembling blade of grass
astonished to be alive,
don't leave my breast.
Sleep close to me.

I who have lost everything
am now afraid to sleep.
Don't slip away from my arms.
Sleep close to me !

Poems & News: Det er vond kost å ete sine egene ord !...

Poems & News: Det er vond kost å ete sine egene ord !...: Der christliche Entschluss,  die welt hasslich und schlecht zu finden, hat die Welt hasslich und schlecht  gemacht. The Christian r...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...: No, no; for my virginity, When I lost that, says Rose, I'll die: Behind the elms last night, cried Dick, Rose, were you not extremely...

Poems & News: En que idioma cae la lluvia sobre ciudades doloros...

Poems & News: En que idioma cae la lluvia sobre ciudades doloros...: Fray Bartolome de las casas Piensa uno, al llegar a su casa, de noche, fatigado entre la niebla fría de mayo, a la salida del sindi...

Poems & News: Lightly, listlessly, my thoughts of sorrow float l...

Poems & News: Lightly, listlessly, my thoughts of sorrow float l...: Like dead leaves they float Along the standing waters... things dressed in nithing After whirling at the doors Of deserted houses. ...

Poems & News: Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell - To toll ...

Poems & News: Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell - To toll ...: O, for a draught of vintage ! That hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora Lavendel and the country green...

Poems & News: Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad drea...

Poems & News: Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad drea...: Could I say what I think, could I express My every hidden and too-silent thought, And bring my feelings, in perfection wrought, To one u...

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

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

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: Barefoot over the earth!

Poems & News: Barefoot over the earth!: Shavings curl on the beach Which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up On Sintras hill In half-an-hour`s walk From the village My ...

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 ...

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 ...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...: There is no umbrella against love that chews up and spits out- like a mouth; that grinds like a disaster. There is no umbrella ...

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: 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: THE EAGLE: Concealed behind a rock, unduly eager,...

Poems & News: THE EAGLE: Concealed behind a rock, unduly eager,...: All the coast's in the foam of the tumbling tide, And rustling pines at the waterside rise, At twilight the sea is no longer blue, B...

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 voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry...

Poems & News: The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry...: Fontene av tårer Det er sagt at kilde til tårer Kommer av menskelige tragedier som vi har hatt tilstrekkelig av i 2011 Historien sier ...

Poems & News: Tous pour un, un pour tous... Well some people ta...

Poems & News: Tous pour un, un pour tous... Well some people ta...: Come when you`re called; And do as you`re bid; Shout the door after you; Let us have some Technocrats To run our financial world... W...

Poems & News: "Nothing comes of nothing. We are Nothing"

Poems & News: "Nothing comes of nothing. We are Nothing": Nothing comes of nothing. We are nothing Briefly in sun, in air, we postpone The unbreathable darkness that weighs us down And humble ear...

Poems & News: Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad drea...

Poems & News: Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad drea...: Could I say what I think, could I express My every hidden and too-silent thought, And bring my feelings, in perfection wrought, To one u...

Poems & News: Det er forsent å spare når en ser bånn i brønnen.....

Poems & News: Det er forsent å spare når en ser bånn i brønnen.....: De beste år av vårt liv; Kilder som står sesongarbeider Oskar "Grosot" fra Krapfoss nær. Opplyser over en flaske dobbeltrense...

Poems & News: Annen manns stek er alltid fet...

Poems & News: Annen manns stek er alltid fet...: Ølstafett : Gjertitten, han som bodde i Gjeterhytta ved Ramberg  og han Graver`n fra Klommesten som begge var avholdsfolk. Deltok i år...

Poems & News: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Is there hope of loving ?

Poems & News: Is there hope of loving ?: What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure ? I think it is the hope of loving, or being loved by someone. I heard a fable once ...

Poems & News: You'll become only who you always were...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Fame is a food that old men eat,--- I have no stom...

Poems & News: Fame is a food that old men eat,--- I have no stom...: Pollution... Of the stomach. The ladies of St.James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white it stays for ever, Thei...

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

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: The little horses fleeing And we, big horses eatin...

Poems & News: The little horses fleeing And we, big horses eatin...: I met her, not by chance, Standing in the middle of the meadow, Governing all who passed, All who addressed her. In every tre...

Poems & News: Oh happy is that man an' blest ! Nae wonder that i...

Poems & News: Oh happy is that man an' blest ! Nae wonder that i...: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En-wrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night...

Poems & News: Adam awhile in Paradise--- Enjoy'd his novel life:...

Poems & News: Adam awhile in Paradise--- Enjoy'd his novel life:...: Poor father Adam, what a guest ! This most unlucky does Made the first minute of thy rest The last of thy repose. But on bad woman at...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...: There is no umbrella against love that chews up and spits out- like a mouth; that grinds like a disaster. There is no umbrella ...

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...: There are some blows in life so hard... I don't know ! Freedom to write... Freedom to have your own opinion... Freedom to think....

Poems & News: My eyes went away from me following a dark girl wh...

Poems & News: My eyes went away from me following a dark girl wh...: She was made of black mother-of-pearl, made of dark purple grapes, and she lashed blood with her tail of fire. After them all ...

Poems & News: "I only ask the gods to grant me"

Poems & News: "I only ask the gods to grant me": I only ask the gods to grant me That I ask nothing of them. Happiness is a burden. Good fortune is a yoke, Both bespeaking too secu...

"I only ask the gods to grant me"

I only ask the gods to grant me
That I ask nothing of them.
Happiness is a burden.
Good fortune is a yoke,
Both bespeaking too secure a state.
Not composed or discomposed, 
I'd calmly live beyond that state in 
which men take to sorrow and to joys.

Poems & News: Hvorfor stiller bølgene meg de samme spørsmål som ...

Poems & News: Hvorfor stiller bølgene meg de samme spørsmål som ...: Cuando veo de nuevo el mar el mar me ha visto o no me ha visto ? Por que me preguntan las olas lo mismo que yo les pregunto ? ...

Hvorfor stiller bølgene meg de samme spørsmål som jeg stiller dem? / Når jeg på nytt ser havet har havet sett eller ikke sett meg ?

Cuando veo de nuevo el mar
el mar me ha visto o no me ha visto ?

Por que me preguntan las olas
lo mismo que yo les pregunto ?

Poems & News: Let's play or ? ---The discipline of sounds gone...

Poems & News: Let's play or ? ---The discipline of sounds gone...: Pieces Right on cue the magpie, broken guitar broken  I don't want to pick up what ? And the weather, of course, So when s...

Poems & News: Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell - To toll ...

Poems & News: Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell - To toll ...: O, for a draught of vintage ! That hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora Lavendel and the country green...

Poems & News: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...

Poems & News: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...: Sometimes, It's like being lonely, Walking the dirt track road, You can sit, Watch the clouds, Time through the hour glass, Or...

Poems & News: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

Poems & News: Hvorfor ? Por que ?: Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que? Hvorfor er verden så kald?            ...

Poems & News: Por que volví a la indiferencia del océano desmedi...

Poems & News: Por que volví a la indiferencia del océano desmedi...: Memory, hither come and tune your merry notes; And, while upon the wind your music floats. I'll pore upon the stream where sigh...

Poems & News: The song I'll never speak on the tip of my tongue ...

Poems & News: The song I'll never speak on the tip of my tongue ...: On the honeysuckle a firefly blinked and the moon was pricking the water with a beam. It was then I dreamed the song I'll nev...

Poems & News: If I should ever by chance...

Poems & News: If I should ever by chance...: If I should ever by chance grow rich I'll buy elephant's, crocodiles, and monkeys, roses, pygron, and lap-water,  I think... ...

Poems & News: Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell - To toll ...

Poems & News: Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell - To toll ...: O, for a draught of vintage ! That hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora Lavendel and the country green...

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: 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 ...

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...: There are some blows in life so hard... I don't know ! Freedom to write... Freedom to have your own opinion... Freedom to think....

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...

Poems & News: Lightly, listlessly, my thoughts of sorrow float l...

Poems & News: Lightly, listlessly, my thoughts of sorrow float l...: Like dead leaves they float Along the standing waters... things dressed in nithing After whirling at the doors Of deserted houses. ...

Lightly, listlessly, my thoughts of sorrow float like algae in the wind's sleep... Slack strands of hair of the water's dead body.

Like dead leaves they float
Along the standing waters...
things dressed in nithing
After whirling at the doors
Of deserted houses.

Incurable sleep of being,
Vestige of what never was,
Slight pain, brief tedium,
I don't know if it stops or flows,
If it aches or just is.

Puedo preguntar a mi libro
si es verdad que yo lo escribí ?

Poems & News: One way or another, the moment permitting, able to...

Poems & News: One way or another, the moment permitting, able to...: 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...

One way or another, the moment permitting, able to say what I think at times, and otherwise saying it poorly and jumbled. I keep writing my poems without wanting to... As if writing weren't something made up of gestures, as if writing were something that happened to me like the sun outside shining on me, or not.

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.

I don't always succeed in feeling
what I know I should feel...
This I feel, and this I write,
Knowing perfectly and not
without seeing that the time has 
run out, and the sun has gone.

Because I think it without thoughts...
Because I say it as my words say it...
Because I write as my pen write...
Because I draw as my pen draw...

Poems & News: Hvor stor var den sorte blekkpatronen som formørke...

Poems & News: Hvor stor var den sorte blekkpatronen som formørke...: Var dens armer av jern og øynene av død ild ?

Hvor stor var den sorte blekkpatronen som formørket dagens ro ?

Var dens armer av jern
og øynene av død ild ?

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...: There are some blows in life so hard... I don't know ! Freedom to write... Freedom to have your own opinion... Freedom to think....

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

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

Poems & News: En que idioma cae la lluvia sobre ciudades doloros...

Poems & News: En que idioma cae la lluvia sobre ciudades doloros...: Fray Bartolome de las casas Piensa uno, al llegar a su casa, de noche, fatigado entre la niebla fría de mayo, a la salida del sindi...

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...: There are some blows in life so hard... I don't know ! Freedom to write... Freedom to have your own opinion... Freedom to think....

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...

Poems & News: The Black Messengers... How can they... What is th...: There are some blows in life so hard... I don't know ! Freedom to write... Freedom to have your own opinion... Freedom to think....

The Black Messengers... How can they... What is the value of peoples life ?

There are some blows in life so hard...
I don't know !
Freedom to write...
Freedom to have your own opinion...
Freedom to think...

Blows that seem to come from God's hatred;
as if before them,
justify that killings ?
The backwash of all suffering
were welling into our soul... I don't know why...

They are few, but they are...
They open dark furrows in the toughest face
and the strongest grief...
Perhaps they are the guns of barbarous attilas;
or the black messengers sent us by Death.

They are the grave downfall of soul's...
Of some adorable faith that they think is destiny.
Those bloody blows are the crackling of bread
heating for us at the oven door.

And man if we can call them that...
Poor...
Without humanity...
There are some blows in life so hard...
I don't know!

Poems & News: There is only one step from the sublime to the rid...

Poems & News: There is only one step from the sublime to the rid...: From the moonlit brink of dream I stretch foiled hands to thee. O borne down other streams Than eye can think to see ! O crowned with...

Poems & News: My mind is not a bed to be made and re-made...

Poems & News: My mind is not a bed to be made and re-made...: Women... Your mouth is like a dew-wet roses In the shade of a large tree And your eyes like restless deep sources Reflects the blue r...

Poems & News: I think, therefore I am --- Cogito, ergo sum.

Poems & News: I think, therefore I am --- Cogito, ergo sum.: Kaos: Stuen flyter ! Hermetikk, vindtøy, støvler på gulv og bord - termos, flasker, ølbokser, en kakeboks. Middagsrester... Fytterak...

Poems & News: Alles, was wir an den Kindern andren wollen, sollt...

Poems & News: Alles, was wir an den Kindern andren wollen, sollt...: If there is anything that we  wish to change in the child, we should first examine it  and see whether it is not something that could b...

Poems & News: Ask yourself what you are afraid of, then check if...

Poems & News: Ask yourself what you are afraid of, then check if...: Opt for experiences that challenge your fears. Think and try to master something that scares you. Know you what it is to be a child?...

Poems & News: The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, ado...

Poems & News: The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, ado...: Words are men`s daughters, but God`s sons are things !...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...: There is no umbrella against love that chews up and spits out- like a mouth; that grinds like a disaster. There is no umbrella ...

Poems & News: And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers ...

Poems & News: And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers ...: There is in Eden a sweet  River of milk and liquid pearl Nam'd Ololon, on whose mild banks dwelt those who Milton drove Down in...

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of waters, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

There is in Eden a sweet 
River of milk and liquid pearl
Nam'd Ololon,
on whose mild banks dwelt those
who Milton drove
Down into Ulro;
and they wept in 
long-resounding song
for seven days of Eternity,
and the River's living banks,
the mountains wail'd,
and every plant that grew,
in solemn sighs,
lamented...

Is this a river in Eden ?

Poems & News: You shall never use beauty as a pretext for luxury...

Poems & News: You shall never use beauty as a pretext for luxury...: Scarcely or... Sometimes an effulgence rises, made of nothing, from the ground. Suddenly, hiddenly, a cedar sighs its scent. W...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...: There is no umbrella against love that chews up and spits out- like a mouth; that grinds like a disaster. There is no umbrella ...

Poems & News: Y la tierra estaba desordenada y vacía, y las tini...

Poems & News: Y la tierra estaba desordenada y vacía, y las tini...: And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of ...

Y la tierra estaba desordenada y vacía, y las tinieblas estaban sobre la haz del abismo, y el espíritu di dios empollaba sobre la has de las aguas.

And the earth was without form,
and void;
and darkness was upon the face
of the deep.
And the Spirit of God
moved upon the face of the waters.

Poems & News: Weaving the Morning

Poems & News: Weaving the Morning: One rooster does not weave a morning, he will always need the other roosters,  one to pick up the shout that he and toss it to anothe...

Poems & News: Weaving the Morning

Poems & News: Weaving the Morning: One rooster does not weave a morning, he will always need the other roosters,  one to pick up the shout that he and toss it to anothe...

Weaving the Morning

One rooster does not weave a morning,
he will always need the other roosters, 
one to pick up the shout that he
and toss it to another,
another rooster
to pick up the shout that a rooster before him
and toss it to another,
and other roosters with many other roosters
to criss-cross the sun-threads of their rooster-shouts
so that the morning,
starting from a frail cobweb,
may go on being woven,
among all the roosters...

Poems & News: Our Daily Bread... Breakfast is drunk down... Damp...

Poems & News: Our Daily Bread... Breakfast is drunk down... Damp...: Daily happenings in our back garden: I wish I could beat on all the doors, and ask for somebody; Politician's  Help the war refu...

Poems & News: I lyset...

Poems & News: I lyset...: Du... lyse kvinne på dagens vandring, Hun... går i panser av sol og silke. Hun... den formfullendte,  og klart er blikket. Hun...

Poems & News: I am not mad: I am black. I see you staring in my ...

Poems & News: I am not mad: I am black. I see you staring in my ...: The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul Move still, oh, still, beside me, as t...

Poems & News: I know: from flesh A flower can be made; From the ...

Poems & News: I know: from flesh A flower can be made; From the ...: I found a golden seashell on the beach. It is massive, and embroidered with the finest pearls. Europa touched it with her sacred ha...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...: There is no umbrella against love that chews up and spits out- like a mouth; that grinds like a disaster. There is no umbrella ...

Poems & News: Our Daily Bread... Breakfast is drunk down... Damp...

Poems & News: Our Daily Bread... Breakfast is drunk down... Damp...: Daily happenings in our back garden: I wish I could beat on all the doors, and ask for somebody; Politician's  Help the war refu...

Our Daily Bread... Breakfast is drunk down... Damp earth of the Graveyard... gives off the fragrance of the precious blood. City of winter... the mordant crusade of a boat full of Death. An emotion of fasting that cannot get free!

Daily happenings in our back garden:

I wish I could beat on all the doors,
and ask for somebody; Politician's 
Help the war refugees, and then
look at the poor refugees, and,
while they wept softly,
give bits of our abundance;
Fresh bread to them.
Shelters,
Dignity,
Perhaps a little bit of Hope,
But no jobs available even they
have two blessed hands,
which blasted the nails with one
blow of light,
and flew away from the Cross!
Lord...!
Are there any?

Every bone in me belongs to others;
and maybe I robbed them.
I cam to take something for myself
that maybe was meant for other;
But,
Do not come me to close, you
can stay somewhere, 
but,
not here, in my backyard.
Even I feel like a dirty
thief...

And in this frigid hour,
when the earth has the odour of
human dust
and it is so sad,
I which I could beat on all doors
and beg pardon from someone,
and make bits of fresh bread for him
here,
in the oven of my heart...!
Somebody need our help...

Is it ---
is it not ---
our problem ? 

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: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...

Poems & News: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...: I was treading a dark clay that trembled and I, sinking and coming out, decided that you should come out of me, that you were weighi...

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

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse.....

Poems & News: My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse.....: On account of my shadow the frogs are deprived of stars. The shadow sends my body reflections of quiet things. My shadow moves lik...

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: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...

Poems & News: There is no umbrella against the poem rising from ...: There is no umbrella against love that chews up and spits out- like a mouth; that grinds like a disaster. There is no umbrella ...

There is no umbrella against the poem rising from regions where everything in a surprise, like a flower from a garden.

There is no umbrella
against love
that chews up and spits out-
like a mouth;
that grinds like a disaster.

There is no umbrella
against the world
the newspapers ruin each day
with this kind of paper,
this ink.

There is no umbrella
against time;
river flowing under the house,
its current carrying off the days,
one's hair.
Politicians only talk's.