Poems & News: I Dream...

Poems & News: I Dream...: I dream with open eyes Both night and day; I always dream. And on the spindrift O the wide rough sea, and on the rolling Desert sa...

I Dream...

I dream with open eyes
Both night and day;
I always dream.
And on the spindrift
O the wide rough sea,
and on the rolling
Desert sands,
And joyously astride
The humble neck
Of a mighty lion,
Monarch of my heart,
I always see a floating child
Calling to me!

Poems & News: I går, i går, sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hver...

Poems & News: I går, i går, sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hver...: Every year, The Queen of Seasons, Spring arrives in pomp and state. Yet this April there's special reason To rejoice and celebra...

I går, i går, sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hverandre igjen?--- Ayer, ayer dije a mis ojos cuando volveremos a vernos ? --- Yesterday, yesterday, I said to my eyes when do we see each other again?

Every year,
The Queen of Seasons,
Spring arrives in pomp and state.
Yet this April there's special reason
To rejoice and celebrate.

Thunderstorms,
With wild elation,
Quicken juices, speed up growth.
On this first day of creation
Sunlight and Rain
Floods the pregnant earth.

Forest issue fragrance heady,
Grasses' smell is spicy sweet,
Lakes that sparkle in the meadow
With spring waters are replete.

Full of song and jubilation,
Sowers went into the fields.
On this first day of creation
Earth's womb open up to
Seeds.
And happy Easter to everyone.

Poems & News: Be wise to-day; `tis madness to defer...

Poems & News: Be wise to-day; `tis madness to defer...: Today we frankly recognize that democracy can be no more than aspiration, and have rule not so much by the people as by the cleverest peo...

Poems & News: Happy are they who know but one love, like those w...

Poems & News: Happy are they who know but one love, like those w...: Falling in love once and for all Means choosing one's road and setting one's goal, Settling down, certain and stable, To do...

Poems & News: When I was little I didn't know I'd grow up... Or ...

Poems & News: When I was little I didn't know I'd grow up... Or ...: 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...

When I was little I didn't know I'd grow up... Or I knew but didn't feel it.

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: I love what I see because one day I'll stop seeing...

Poems & News: I love what I see because one day I'll stop seeing...: 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 emotion...

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, were they to return---they, who also know nothing.

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.

Poems & News: Beautiful this morning, no myth felt lacking, and ...

Poems & News: Beautiful this morning, no myth felt lacking, and ...: Dampness of sand clings to the feet. I swallow the wave that swallows me in. Valves, thoughts curving, light shimmer blue          ...

Poems & News: Life is such a solemn thing, and its problems so s...

Poems & News: Life is such a solemn thing, and its problems so s...: Nobody fighting for freedom or justice ! Only for their own benefit and wealth.  Who believes in them ? Who believes in their count...

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: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...

Poems & News: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...: If hopes were dupes, fears may be liar's; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, bu...

Poems & News: Le bon sens est la chose du monde la mieux partage...

Poems & News: Le bon sens est la chose du monde la mieux partage...: Fish ! Good for all human, but to little of it...

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: 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: Example is always more efficacious than precept......

Poems & News: Example is always more efficacious than precept......: If I could take a bit of the whole earth And get a taste of it, I'd be happier for a moment... But I don't always want to be hap...

Poems & News: I'm guided only by reason. I was given no other gu...

Poems & News: I'm guided only by reason. I was given no other gu...: If the world's Creator Had wanted me to be Different from how I am, He'd have made me differently. He gave me eyes for seei...

I'm guided only by reason. I was given no other guide. The light it sheds is useless?

If the world's Creator
Had wanted me to be
Different from how I am,
He'd have made me differently.

He gave me eyes for seeing.
I look,
I see,
I believe.
How can I dare say:
"Blindness would be a blessing"?

Poems & News: Calm because I'm unknown. And myself because I'm c...

Poems & News: Calm because I'm unknown. And myself because I'm c...: For those whom wealth touches, Gold irritates the skin. For those on whom fame blows, Life fogs over. On those for whom happines...

Calm because I'm unknown. And myself because I'm calm, I want to fill my days with wanting nothing from them...

For those whom wealth touches,
Gold irritates the skin.
For those on whom fame blows,
Life fogs over.

On those for whom happiness
Is their sun, night will fall.
But those who hope for nothing
Are glad for whatever comes...

Poems & News: Nonsense ? Impossible ? How should I know ! I've...

Poems & News: Nonsense ? Impossible ? How should I know ! I've...: Joy Best of all is all the joy The joy for actually nothing! Not for anything even you can or will Joy for nothing and joy for e...

Poems & News: Nonsense ? Impossible ? How should I know ! I've...

Poems & News: Nonsense ? Impossible ? How should I know ! I've...: Joy Best of all is all the joy The joy for actually nothing! Not for anything even you can or will Joy for nothing and joy for e...

Nonsense ? Impossible ? How should I know ! I've more sensations now than when I felt I was all me...

Joy

Best of all is all the joy
The joy for actually nothing!
Not for anything even you can or will
Joy for nothing and joy for everything and all!
Joy: because you are you!
Have a very joyful day my friends!
I am thinking on you with joy.

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

Poems & News: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced: No, it`s enough I`ve stood! It`s time, high time to take flight Into my northern wood, Back to its green delight! Simply to breath ---...

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: 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.

Poems & News: Example is always more efficacious than precept......

Poems & News: Example is always more efficacious than precept......: If I could take a bit of the whole earth And get a taste of it, I'd be happier for a moment... But I don't always want to be hap...

Poems & News: Happy are they who know but one love, like those w...

Poems & News: Happy are they who know but one love, like those w...: Falling in love once and for all Means choosing one's road and setting one's goal, Settling down, certain and stable, To do...

Poems & News: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...

Poems & News: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...: The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent spontaneous joy and natural content out of my heart....

Poems & News: Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising ...

Poems & News: Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising ...: Nothing really wrong with us--- only anno domini, but that's the most fatal complain of all, in the end...

Poems & News: No, don't say a word! Guessing what it will say---...

Poems & News: No, don't say a word! Guessing what it will say---...: It's hearing it better Than what you'd say. What you are won't blossom From your words and days. You're better t...

No, don't say a word! Guessing what it will say--- Your covered mouth--- Is hearing it already.

It's hearing it better
Than what you'd say.
What you are won't blossom
From your words and days.

You're better than yourself.
Don't say a thing: but be!
The body's naked grace
Is seen invisibly...

Poems & News: Hvor mange kirker er det i himmelen?--- Cuantas ig...

Poems & News: Hvor mange kirker er det i himmelen?--- Cuantas ig...: Er det at håpene må vannes med dugg? Es verdad que las esperanzas deben regarse con roció ? Is it that hopes must be watered with...

Hvor mange kirker er det i himmelen?--- Cuantas iglesias tiene el cielo? --- How many churches are there in heaven?

Er det at håpene
må vannes med dugg?

Es verdad que las esperanzas
deben regarse con roció ?

Is it that hopes
must be watered with the dew?

No suenes con la sangre de la luna y descansa. Pero deja, camino, que mis plantas exploren la caricia de la rociada.--- Do not dream of the blood of the moon, just rest. But, oh road, let the soles of my feet be caressed by the dew.

The guitar
makes dreams weep.
The sobs of lost
souls...
escape through its round
mouth.
And like the tarantula
it weaves a large star
to trap the sighs
floating in its black
wooden cistern.

La guitarra
hace llorar a los suenos.
El sollozo de las almas
perdidas...
se escapa por su boca 
redonda.
Y como la tarántula,
teje una gran estrella
para cazar suspiros,
que flotan en su negro
aljibe de madera.

Poems & News: When you are old and grey and full of sleep, and n...

Poems & News: When you are old and grey and full of sleep, and n...: How many loved your moments of glad grace, And love your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, A...

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book, and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep...

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And love your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Poems & News: Every new spring I'm drawn out of the city sooty. ...

Poems & News: Every new spring I'm drawn out of the city sooty. ...: There in that wilderness regard I was, reached my manhood, bore my first grievous loss, fear the first time surmounted. There the...

Poems & News: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, their ...

Poems & News: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, their ...: But a brook never rustles its reeds; In the shade one must freeze to become quit aware of its ripple and lisp  among pebbles and ro...

Poems & News: If I ever live again it will be the same way...

Poems & News: If I ever live again it will be the same way...: I forgot a love, an umbrella and whatever else. I've lived thinking about this love or about an object or about an object wi...

Poems & News: I'm so full of feeling...

Poems & News: I'm so full of feeling...: I'm so full of feeling I can easily believe I must be sentimental. But when I mull this over. I see it's all in the thought...

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...

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 to each r...

Poems & News: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

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

Poems & News: The Girls... The Girls of the Light. --- Las ninas...

Poems & News: The Girls... The Girls of the Light. --- Las ninas...: Las ninas de luz que al sol rodean, centellean y sonríen; como cambiante pedrería, van por la nube harmonia. Las ninas del sol, d...

Poems & News: I går, i går, sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hver...

Poems & News: I går, i går, sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hver...: Kjærlighet, kjærlighet  hans og hennes, hvis den ikke er her, hvor er den dratt ? Love, love  his and hers, if not here, where i...

Poems & News: In the shadow of a wing I wish to tell this flower...

Poems & News: In the shadow of a wing I wish to tell this flower...: The wreaths were of lilies And jasmine and mignonette; We laid the girl to rest In a silken casket. ...She gave a little scented pi...

Poems & News: As if nobody died, nothing as if they were stones ...

Poems & News: As if nobody died, nothing as if they were stones ...: I like the love of travellers who kiss and go their own way. They leave behind a promise. And never come back. In every port a wo...

As if nobody died, nothing as if they were stones falling on the ground, or water on water...

I like the love of travellers
who kiss and go their own way.

They leave behind a promise.
And never come back.

In every port a woman waits;
The travellers kiss and go their own way.

One day they sleep with death
on the sea bed.

I love the love that is handed out
in kisses,  bed,  bread.

Love that may last for ever
or is fleeting.

Love that wants to free itself
to love some more.

Modern traveller...

Poems & News: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was wi...

Poems & News: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was wi...: Just one more sweet thing With the dreams and pains Just one more grand spring With gales and rain With rising water With changing we...

Poems & News: In the shadow of a wing I wish to tell this flower...

Poems & News: In the shadow of a wing I wish to tell this flower...: The wreaths were of lilies And jasmine and mignonette; We laid the girl to rest In a silken casket. ...She gave a little scented pi...

In the shadow of a wing I wish to tell this flowered tale of the girl from nowhere who died of love...

The wreaths were of lilies
And jasmine and mignonette;
We laid the girl to rest
In a silken casket.

...She gave a little scented pillow
To the forgetful one, and he
Returned,
Returned now wedded.
She died of love.

Ambassadors and bishops
Carried her bier, and there were
Relays of people following,
All with flowers.

...Wishing to see him again,
She went out on the belvedere;
He returned with his wife;
She died of love.

Softly, when evening fell,
The gravedigger bid me come.
Never again did I see that girl
Who died of love...

Poems & News: Happy are they who know but one love, like those w...

Poems & News: Happy are they who know but one love, like those w...: Falling in love once and for all Means choosing one's road and setting one's goal, Settling down, certain and stable, To do...

Poems & News: Av medgang kommer overmot - motgang er til å få fo...

Poems & News: Av medgang kommer overmot - motgang er til å få fo...: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot Langt borte i sjelens øde... Jeg ser i alt ikke hva det er... Det som er innenfor er lett... D...

Poems & News: Fremgang har gjort mange menn mislykket... - Succe...

Poems & News: Fremgang har gjort mange menn mislykket... - Succe...: Something won`t let me work with a will. Something is lacking: Some stir, some trill. I cab`t sit by day, I don`t sleep at night: ...

Poems & News: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, their ...

Poems & News: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, their ...: But a brook never rustles its reeds; In the shade one must freeze to become quit aware of its ripple and lisp  among pebbles and ro...

Poems & News: Are You're the movie, I wish I had never watched, ...

Poems & News: Are You're the movie, I wish I had never watched, ...: To think a flower is to see and smell it, And to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.

Poems & News: Happy are they who know but one love, like those w...

Poems & News: Happy are they who know but one love, like those w...: Falling in love once and for all Means choosing one's road and setting one's goal, Settling down, certain and stable, To do...

Poems & News: What d'you hold holy ? Where is you ? In heaven o...

Poems & News: What d'you hold holy ? Where is you ? In heaven o...: When I consider... My heart grows light - Not entirely, perhaps, But at least calm. Then I have no wish... But to go on living. Ple...

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: Beautiful this morning, no myth felt lacking, and ...

Poems & News: Beautiful this morning, no myth felt lacking, and ...: Dampness of sand clings to the feet. I swallow the wave that swallows me in. Valves, thoughts curving, light shimmer blue          ...

Beautiful this morning, no myth felt lacking, and honey in the mouth without sin. --- Beautiful this morning or another possible, this life or some other invention, lived in the clear...

Dampness of sand clings to the feet.
I swallow the wave that swallows me in.
Valves, thoughts curving, light shimmer
blue
            complete
over forms that keep.

Beautiful 
the body's passage, its fusion
into the even body of the world.

I wish to sing.
But so total,
I control it,
replete...

Poems & News: A Match with the Moon...

Poems & News: A Match with the Moon...: Weary already, weary miles to-night I walked for bed; and so, to get some ease, I dogged the flying moon with similes In ponds; and caug...

Poems & News: The startling reality of things is my discovery ev...

Poems & News: The startling reality of things is my discovery ev...: I've written a god many "things"... I shall write many more, naturally. Each of my "things" speaks of this, A...

The startling reality of things is my discovery every single day. Every thing is what it is, and it's hard to explain to anyone how much this delights me... And suffice me. To be whole, it is enough simply to exist...

I've written a god many "things"...
I shall write many more, naturally.
Each of my "things" speaks of this,
And yet all my poems are different,
Because each thing that exists is one
way of saying this.

Sometimes I start looking at a leave.
I don't start thinking,
Does it have feeling?
I don't fuss about calling it my friend.
But I get pleasure out of its being a leaves.
Enjoying it because it feels nothing,
Enjoying it because it's not at all related to me.

Occasionally I hear the wind blow,
And I find that just hearing 
the wind blow makes it worth having 
been born...

Poems & News: Every year, the Queen of Seasons, Spring arrives i...

Poems & News: Every year, the Queen of Seasons, Spring arrives i...: Thunderstorms, with wild elation, Quicken juices, speed up growth. On this first day of creation Sunlight floods the pregnant earth. ...

Poems & News: I går, i går, sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hver...

Poems & News: I går, i går, sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hver...: Kjærlighet, kjærlighet  hans og hennes, hvis den ikke er her, hvor er den dratt ? Love, love  his and hers, if not here, where i...

I går, i går, sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hverandre igjen?---Yesterday, yesterday, I said to my eyes when do we see each other again?---Ayer, ayer dije a mis ojos cuando volveremos a vernos ?

Kjærlighet, kjærlighet 
hans og hennes,
hvis den ikke er her,
hvor er den dratt ?

Love, love 
his and hers,
if not here,
where is it gone?

Amor, amor 
aquel y aquella
si ya no son,
donde se fueron ?

Poems & News: Nuestro amor... Si muestro amor no fuera, al tiemp...

Poems & News: Nuestro amor... Si muestro amor no fuera, al tiemp...: Our Love If our love were not simultaneously a secret, a torment,  a doubt, a questioning; if it were not a long interminable w...

Nuestro amor... Si muestro amor no fuera, al tiempo que un secreto, un tormento, una duda, una interrogación...

Our Love

If our love were not
simultaneously a secret,
a torment, 
a doubt,
a questioning;

if it were not a long
interminable waiting,
an emptiness in the chest
where the heart pounds
like a closed fist
on some immovable door;

If our love were not
the sad dream
in which you live without me,
inside me,
a life that fills me with dread;

if it were not insomnia,
a light cry
in the deep night;

If our love were not
like a tightrope
where the two of us walk
without a net,
across the void;

if your words were
only words for
naming things
of yours,
no more,
and of mine;

If they did not come to life again,
if they did not evoke tragic
distance and angers,
displaced and forgotten;

if your glance were
always the one that for a moment
- but what an eternal moment!-
is your deepest surrender;

If your kisses were not
trembling and sub-missing
for any lips but mine;
if the lingering moistness of 
your mouth did not blend
its infinite flavour
in my mouth;

if together our lips
naked as bodies
and our bodies together
naked as lips
did not form one body
and one breath,
O ours would not be love,
our love would not be!

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

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...

Poems & News: 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 ...

Poems & News: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was wi...

Poems & News: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was wi...: Just one more sweet thing With the dreams and pains Just one more grand spring With gales and rain With rising water With changing we...

Poems & News: I think I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm g...

Poems & News: I think I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm g...: Human life begins on the far side of despair. My thought is me; that's why I can't stop. I exist by what I think... And I can&#...

Poems & News: I traced a circle on the ground, it was a mystic f...

Poems & News: I traced a circle on the ground, it was a mystic f...: My simplest thoughts in vain had stemmed The current of this madness free, But that my thinking is condemned To symbol and analogy; I d...

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: By the living light...

Poems & News: By the living light...: Out in the sky, no one sleeps. No one, no one. No one sleeps. Lunar creatures sniff and circle the dwellings. Live iguanas will com...

Poems & News: A hungry man is not a free man. . .

Poems & News: A hungry man is not a free man. . .: No life that breathes with human breath, Has ever truly longed for ?

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: Spring... Spring... Spring... The Lark Ascending....

Poems & News: Spring... Spring... Spring... The Lark Ascending....: A press of hurried notes that run So fleet they scarce are more than one, Yet challengingly the trills repeat And linger ringing whi...

Spring... Spring... Spring... The Lark Ascending. He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound, Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake, All intervolved and spreading wide, Like water-dimples down a tide where ripple ripple over-curls and eddy into eddy whirls;

A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,
Yet challengingly the trills repeat
And linger ringing while they fleet,
Sweet to the quick o'the ear, and dear
To her beyond the handmaid ear,
Who sits beside our inner springs,
Too often dry for this he brings,

Which seems the very jet of earth
At sight of sun, her music's mirth,
As up he wings the spiral stair,
A song of light, pierces air
With fountain ardour, fountain play,
To reach the shining tops of day,

And drink in everything discerned
An ecstasy to music turned
Impelled by what his happy bill
Disperses; drinking, showering still,
Unthinking save that he may give
His voice the outlet, there to live
Renewed in endless notes of glee,
So thirsty of his voice is he,
For all to hear and all to know
That he is joy, awake, aglow,
The tumult of the heart to hear
Through pureness filtered crystal-clear,
And know the pleasure sprinkled bright
By simple singing of delight.

And you shall hear the herb and tree,
Spring, 
Spring,
The better heart of men shall see,
Shall feel celestially, as long
As you crave nothing save the song.

Poems & News: In this splendour of white sky I sink my eyes, and...

Poems & News: In this splendour of white sky I sink my eyes, and...: I do not know your name, I have never seen your face: I imagine your fair, delicate as young buds, small and sweet and... somehow...

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: In this splendour of white sky I sink my eyes, and...

Poems & News: In this splendour of white sky I sink my eyes, and...: I do not know your name, I have never seen your face: I imagine your fair, delicate as young buds, small and sweet and... somehow...

In this splendour of white sky I sink my eyes, and sinking them I weep. The sky is covered with golden tears; the clean sky. --- And ah, it seems that a white claw must swoop down and carry me through the curving sky: the white claw...

I do not know your name,
I have never seen your face:
I imagine your fair,

delicate as young buds,
small and sweet and...
somehow,
I don't know... divine.

In your eyes a tranquil lake
lies open to the sun:
sweetly its gold
drinks in the light,
and all is quiet.
And your hands, 
fine,
like my grief that grows,
grows,
and will kill me - 
eventually -,
and ends up 
like this,
as you see,
in a poem.

Ah,
are you like that?
Tell me if you have
a murmuring rumour of bees in your voice,

If your ears are like
curled rose-petals...
Tell me if you cry, humbly,
when you look at distant stars,
whether white doves and golden canaries
grow sleepy in your slender hands.
Because you are all of this and more,
I'm sure...