Poems & News: Tilfreds i ditt hjerte og glad i ditt sinn, den ri...

Poems & News: Tilfreds i ditt hjerte og glad i ditt sinn, den ri...: Den hellige og fuglene... Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud men fuglene er nærmere Gud. Vi veier og måler og tror, vi hvet? Men...

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: I Know the truth - give up all other truths ! No ...

Poems & News: I Know the truth - give up all other truths ! No ...: The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew, the storm of stars in the sky will turn to quiet. And soon all of us will sleep  un...

Poems & News: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.

Poems & News: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.: La luna vino a la fragua con su polison de nardos. El nino la mira, mira. El nino la esta mirando. En el aire conmovido mueve la l...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...: Sus ojos en las umbras se empanan de inmensa noche. En los recodos del aire  cruje la aurora salobre. Un cielo de mulos blancos da...

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: Continued....

Poems & News: Continued....: The living room flows of shit ! Cans, cloths, boots on the floor and on the table, thermos bottles,  beer cans, cake box, dinner remain...

Poems & News: Kunsten er epleblomstene på kunnskapens tre.

Poems & News: Kunsten er epleblomstene på kunnskapens tre.: Hva galt har havet gjort ? Det har jo bare speilet vinden... Hva som bor i hjertet, vet bare en sjøl, i sinnet sitt er en ensom; Det er d...

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

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

Poems & News: Alt har sin tid...

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

Poems & News: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...

Poems & News: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...: As I take my shoes from the shoemaker,  and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest. The best way to get the...

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: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...

Poems & News: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...: I fjellet Fjellet stiger mot himmelen, stivnet og stum av sinne. Dypt der nede er dalen innhyllet i et slør av tåke. Stormer ru...

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

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

Poems & News: I doubt, therefore I think...

Poems & News: I doubt, therefore I think...: Genius ?  At this moment... A hundred thousand brains are dreaming they're geniuses like me, And it may be that history won't ...

Poems & News: The world is not a 'prison house', but a kind of k...

Poems & News: The world is not a 'prison house', but a kind of k...: This covers me, that erst had the blue sky. Put these inscriptions here, half knowing why...

Poems & News: Stately as a galleon, I sail across the floor, doi...

Poems & News: Stately as a galleon, I sail across the floor, doi...: So gay the band, So giddy the sight, Full evening dress is a must, But the zest goes out of a beautiful waltz When you dance bust to bus...

Poems & News: There was an 'Old Man' with a beard, who said, 'It...

Poems & News: There was an 'Old Man' with a beard, who said, 'It...: I have mislaid the key. I sniff the spray And think of nothing; I see and I hear nothing; Yet seem, too, to be listening, Lying in wai...

Poems & News: Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, like som...

Poems & News: Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, like som...: One political star Is better far than many Precious Stones; One Sun, which is above in Glory seen, Is worth ten thousand Golden Thrones:...

Poems & News: The work is done. The hammer is laid down...

Poems & News: The work is done. The hammer is laid down...: The very need For love or joy or human part of thought, Pride, and the abstract greed For truth, that lifts the heart and doth allot A ...

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

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

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

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

Poems & News: Give peace in our time O, Lord...

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

Poems & News: Giving up smoking...

Poems & News: Giving up smoking...: There's not a Shakespeare sonnet Or a Beethoven quartet That's easier to like than you Or harder to forget. You think that ...

Giving up smoking...

There's not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
That's easier to like than you
Or harder to forget.

You think that sounds extravagant?
I haven't finished yet---
I like you more than I would like
To have a cigarette.

Poems & News: Las seis cuerdas= La guitarra hace llorar a los su...

Poems & News: Las seis cuerdas= La guitarra hace llorar a los su...: The Six Strings The guitar makes dreams weep. The sobs of lost souls escape through its round  mouth. And like the tarantula i...

Las seis cuerdas= 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...

The Six Strings

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...

Poems & News: Hay algo mas triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvi...

Poems & News: Hay algo mas triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvi...: Es verdad que las esperanzas  deben regarse con roció? Er det sant at håpene må vannes med dugg ? Is it true that hopes must be w...

Hay algo mas triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvil en la lluvia?---Finnes det noe tristere i veden enn et stillestående tog i regnet?---Is there anything sadder in the world than a stationary train in the rain?

Es verdad que las esperanzas 
deben regarse con roció?

Er det sant at håpene
må vannes med dugg ?

Is it true that hopes
must be watered with dew?

Poems & News: Gjør det sjøl ! I dag: Pusteøvelser. Det er to må...

Poems & News: Gjør det sjøl ! I dag: Pusteøvelser. Det er to må...: Grip sjansen ! En boks makrell i tomat rimelig til sags, da boksnøkklen  er bortkommet. Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienc...

Poems & News: Now old man`s talk o` the days behind me: My dater...

Poems & News: Now old man`s talk o` the days behind me: My dater...: Critical age Fearsome, awesome - Too late to change ! - You`ve come for me also, My critical age ! No weakling am I, Yet I don`t f...

Poems & News: Makt er den eneste lyst men ikke blir lei av...

Poems & News: Makt er den eneste lyst men ikke blir lei av...: Makt er en fryktelig ting. Når du vil prøve ut et menneske, skal du gi ham makt. Da vil han vise seg som den han virkelig er...

Poems & News: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....

Poems & News: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....: Lykkelig ? Jo, det har visst hendt i stunder da jeg minst av alt tenkte på noe så frøkenfint som lykke. Hos kvinnen er alt hjertet, ti...

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

Poems & News: Who Knows ?

Poems & News: Who Knows ?: Oh Indian watching from the doorway of your rustic home, for my thirst, have you no water? For my cold, no clothes? No corn for...

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: 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: 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: Black boats, large mood, in my bag, nothing. Well ...

Poems & News: Black boats, large mood, in my bag, nothing. Well ...: Seven hearts are the hearts I have. But mine is not there among them. In the rough sea's mother, Where we sometimes ran into t...

Black boats, large mood, in my bag, nothing. Well as know nothing about the sea, will I ever reach the shore? Over the rough sea, through the wind, red moon. Death keeps a watch on me from the promised shore. Oh, such a long way to sail! And, oh, my non spirited boat, with water in the bottom, people... will they ? Death awaits me before I ever reach Europa. Distant and lonely.

Seven hearts
are the hearts I have.
But mine is not there among them.

In the rough sea's mother,
Where we sometimes ran into the wind,
seven girls with long hands
Drowned
and I can see them in my mirror.

I have sung my way through this journey
with my mouth with its seven hands
in mind.
I have lived my life in landscapes
that other men have owned.
And the secrets I wore at my throat,
unbeknownst to me, had come open.

In the rough sea's mother,
where my heart rises over its echoes,
and hope for a better life on the other side,
in the memory book of a star.
I sometimes ran into the wind.

Seven hearts
are the hearts that I have.
But mine is not there among them.

Poems & News: Nå bøyer natten sitt mørke bryst over jordens slet...

Poems & News: Nå bøyer natten sitt mørke bryst over jordens slet...: Kjærtegn som ikke gjengjeldes, Ord, som har gått seg vill av ord... Hvor møtes de ? Hvor ? Hjemløse fugler, jaget av vinter, Fant i e...

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 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...

Poems & News: Once you told me my father never wept; Once you to...

Poems & News: Once you told me my father never wept; Once you to...: As you were saying this you cried a tear That dropped into my mouth...I have never drunk more of poison than I did from the li...

Once you told me my father never wept; Once you told me his father never wept; The men of my line have never wept; They were made of steel. Or...

As you were saying this you cried a tear
That dropped into my mouth...I have never
drunk more of poison than I did
from the little cup.

Vulnerable woman,
poor and comprehending woman,
When I tasted it I knew the pain of centuries.
All of its burden...

Poems & News: ---You--- shall love beauty, which is the shadow o...

Poems & News: ---You--- shall love beauty, which is the shadow o...: Beauty shall not be an opiate that puts you to sleep but a strong wine that fires you to action, for if you fail to be a true  man o...

Poems & News: ---You--- shall love beauty, which is the shadow o...

Poems & News: ---You--- shall love beauty, which is the shadow o...: Beauty shall not be an opiate that puts you to sleep but a strong wine that fires you to action, for if you fail to be a true  man o...

---You--- shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God over Universe. ---You--- shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul...

Beauty shall not be an opiate
that puts you to sleep but a strong
wine that fires you to action,
for if you fail to be a true 
man or a true woman,
you will fail to be an artist...

Poems & News: A rose in the high garden of your desire. A wheel ...

Poems & News: A rose in the high garden of your desire. A wheel ...: Salvador Dali Norm of breast and hip under the stretching bough; old and newly born, virtue of the spring. My naked body...

A rose in the high garden of your desire. A wheel in the pure syntax of steel. The mountain stripped of Impressionist mist. The greys keeping watch over their final balustrades...

Salvador Dali

Norm of breast and hip

under the stretching bough;

old and newly born,

virtue of the spring.

My naked body yearns to be

the dahlia of your destiny,

bee,

murmur of wine

of your number and madness.

But my love goes on seeking

pure madness of breeze and trill.

MADNESS...

Salvador Dali

Poems & News: The bullock slowly shuts his eyes. Heat in the sta...

Poems & News: The bullock slowly shuts his eyes. Heat in the sta...: In a corner of a Sky... The old Star shuts her bleary eyes. The new Star wants to paint the night Blue...

The bullock slowly shuts his eyes. Heat in the stable. Prelude to the night...

In a corner of a Sky...
The old
Star
shuts her bleary eyes.

The new
Star
wants to paint the night
Blue...

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: Oh Guitarra !

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

Poems & News: When you come to the end of a perfect day, And you...

Poems & News: When you come to the end of a perfect day, And you...: I don`t mean to say that my troubles are past. I`ve just got used to them - such is my fate. Anyway, something has happened at last. Clo...

Poems & News: I dream I met you beside the wall - that is like a...

Poems & News: I dream I met you beside the wall - that is like a...: Poor... Your foot, decorous in purest ivory, or? With satanic mercilessness scorned the poor souls full of patience who offered t...

Poems & News: There is a tranquil star, a star that has no eyeli...

Poems & News: There is a tranquil star, a star that has no eyeli...: Space & stars in the pond reflected into sound. Liana ghosts. Harp labyrinths. You can't look at yourself in the ocean. Y...

There is a tranquil star, a star that has no eyelids. ---Where? ---A star... In sleepy water. In the pond.

Space & stars in the pond
reflected into sound.
Liana ghosts.
Harp labyrinths.

You can't look at yourself
in the ocean.
Your looks fall apart
like tendrils of light.
Night on earth.

Poems & News: Who Knows ?

Poems & News: Who Knows ?: Oh Indian watching from the doorway of your rustic home, for my thirst, have you no water? For my cold, no clothes? No corn for...

Who Knows ?

Oh Indian watching from the doorway
of your rustic home,

for my thirst,
have you no water?

For my cold,
no clothes?

No corn for my hunger?

No corner,
to dream in?

No momentary calm for my fears?

- "Ah, Milord; who knows?"

Poems & News: Whatever we take from this useless life, be it glo...

Poems & News: Whatever we take from this useless life, be it glo...: A verse repeating A cool breeze, Summer in the fields, And the soul's courtyard Vacant and sunlit... Or, in winter, the snowy...

Whatever we take from this useless life, be it glory or fame, Love, science, or life itself, It's worth no more than the memory of a well-played game and a match won against a better player...

A verse repeating
A cool breeze,
Summer in the fields,
And the soul's courtyard
Vacant and sunlit...

Or, in winter, the snowy
summits in the distance,
The fireside where we sit
Singing tales handed down,
And a poem to tell all this...

The gods grant
Few pleasures beyond
These, which are nothing.
But they also grant
That we want no others.

Thank's it is Spring...

Poems & News: Sin ningún viento, ;hazme caso! Gira, corazon; gir...

Poems & News: Sin ningún viento, ;hazme caso! Gira, corazon; gir...: Northern air, white bear of the wind! You come over my flesh shivering white bore-al auroras, with your cape of phantom captains, ...

Poems & News: Hospicio... Y las estrellas pobres, las que no ti...

Poems & News: Hospicio... Y las estrellas pobres, las que no ti...: At the Poorhouse And the poor stars that have no light ---o sorrow, sorrow, o lamentation !--- End up stuck in muddy blue. O...

Poems & News: --- I have a terrible "conscience"... For all thos...

Poems & News: --- I have a terrible "conscience"... For all thos...: My "conscience" do I have one? And everyone know how terrible it is. Change the hole structure of the hole Europa. Making u...

Poems & News: I dream I met you beside the wall - that is like a...

Poems & News: I dream I met you beside the wall - that is like a...: Poor... Your foot, decorous in purest ivory, or? With satanic mercilessness scorned the poor souls full of patience who offered t...

Poems & News: --- I have a terrible "conscience"... For all thos...

Poems & News: --- I have a terrible "conscience"... For all thos...: My "conscience" do I have one? And everyone know how terrible it is. Change the hole structure of the hole Europa. Making u...

--- I have a terrible "conscience"... For all those how have to drown in the sea between the holey and the terrible. So someone can make their fortune.

My "conscience" do I have one?
And everyone know how terrible it is.
Change the hole structure of the hole Europa.
Making us sore at life,
Making us sneeze till we get metaphysical.
My day is wasted or not, thinking of all those;
How died to day or will tomorrow.
Whatever I was before was only wishful,
And please do not come to my doorstep...
It can harm my metaphysical life, and I have to?
Get my "conscience"...

What a life !
I think I understand why...

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: Ever gliding to the sea, flow the water fair and f...

Poems & News: Ever gliding to the sea, flow the water fair and f...: Ever gliding to the sea, Flow the water fair and free Of clear Mondego tranquil through the plain; Anxious thoughts and growing care...

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: Lord, thy church on earth is seeking... thy renewa...

Poems & News: Lord, thy church on earth is seeking... thy renewa...: Between the tree and seeing it ! where is the dream ? What bridge`s arch observes God More ? ... And I am downcast, Not knowing if the ...

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 world is the Verb, and the Verb is God. But......

Poems & News: The world is the Verb, and the Verb is God. But......: I can sympathize with people`s pains, but not with their pleasures. There is something curiously boring  about somebody else`s happiness...

Poems & News: L'homme sait que le monde n'est pas a l’échelle hu...

Poems & News: L'homme sait que le monde n'est pas a l’échelle hu...: No time like the present... I got out here in the great open spaces ... Where cats are cats and humans are not humans !

Poems & News: Who goes there ? God knows. I'm nobody. How shoul...

Poems & News: Who goes there ? God knows. I'm nobody. How shoul...: 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 t...

Poems & News: Era mi voz antigua ignorante de los densos jugos a...

Poems & News: Era mi voz antigua ignorante de los densos jugos a...: ;Ay, voz antigua de mi amor, ay, voz de mi verdad, ay, voz de mi abierto costado, cuando todas las rosas manaban de mi lengua y el c...

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: 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...

Poems & News: JOY...

Poems & News: JOY...: 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 fo...

Poems & News: The Swan: It was a divine hour of the human race, ...

Poems & News: The Swan: It was a divine hour of the human race, ...: The song of the swan is heard  above the storm and disaster of the human sea; its aria never ceases; it dominates the hammering of f...

The Swan: It was a divine hour of the human race, before, the swan sang only at its death. But when the Wagnerian Swan began to sing, there was a new dawning, and a new life. Also perhaps for someone how flee from disaster...

The song of the swan is heard 
above the storm and disaster of the
human sea;
its aria never ceases;
it dominates the hammering of frighten
people at risk,
and the trumpets hailing the sword of
the Mediterranean sea.

O Swan !
O sacred bird !
If once white;
immortal princess of Beauty's realms,
merged all grace from the human's.

Beneath the white of your wings,
the new poetry in the news,
here in a disaster of fear and horror,
the human is sad and without power
willingness to help...Or?

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: Hvorfor bruker vi så lang tid på å vokse opp, bare...

Poems & News: Hvorfor bruker vi så lang tid på å vokse opp, bare...: Donde esta el nino que yo fui, sigue adentro de mi o se fue? Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller dratt?

Poems & News: A DREAM... So I spend the day smoking, drinking th...

Poems & News: A DREAM... So I spend the day smoking, drinking th...: Life--- the devil take, and let the people have it ! I don't even read the book at my beside. The World nauseates me. It's a...

A DREAM... So I spend the day smoking, drinking things, American drugs that addle the senses, and I, smashed on nothing ! If only my rosy nerves had a better brain to hang from... I'd know if it is a dream or not.

Life--- the devil take,
and let the people have it !
I don't even read the book at my beside.
The World nauseates me.
It's a straw mat rolled up,
its beauty faded...

Poems & News: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...

Poems & News: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...: What is the present? It's something relative to the past and the future. It's something that exist by virtue of other things ...

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: 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: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...

Poems & News: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...: Fare-the-weel, thou first and fairest! Fare-the-weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka, joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, Lowe and...

Poems & News: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...

Poems & News: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...: The world is woven all of dream and error And but one sureness in our truth my lie... That when we hold to aught our thinking's mirro...

Poems & News: What happens to swallows who are late for school ?...

Poems & News: What happens to swallows who are late for school ?...: I wasted my life in the light, doing some counting, not books, not dogs, not numbers, no...

What happens to swallows who are late for school ?

I wasted my life in the light,
doing some counting,
not books,
not dogs,
not numbers,
no...

Poems & News: A novel is an impression, not an argument. But it ...

Poems & News: A novel is an impression, not an argument. But it ...: It Matters not how strait the gate, we are... How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of ...

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: Vision...

Poems & News: Vision...: Was it perhaps in an imagined frame, in the bottomless mirror of desire, or was it divinely and simply in real life that I saw your w...

Vision...

Was it perhaps in an imagined frame,
in the bottomless mirror of desire,
or was it divinely and simply in real life
that I saw your watch me sleep the other night?
In my alcove enlarged with loneliness and dread,
quietly, you appeared at my side,
like a gigantic mushroom, dead and alive,
budding in the corners of the night,
damp with silence,
glistering with shadow and with loneliness...

Poems & News: The Spring and the birds change me and major shift...

Poems & News: The Spring and the birds change me and major shift...: Now I remember... Door of young stones. Boats how can not... Hundred's of people cannot swim, Drown in the Mediterranean sea, F...

The Spring and the birds change me and major shifts of sound, and the earth by thrusts of its plains. On the verge of wounding myself and hearing myself, now that I'm full of sprouts quiet eyelids, When I have my time of birth in which the temporal bones descend, when I name myself, silent, and someone I'm not already remembers me, weeping and bleeding at half height over what is stopped exposed and then restored... In this Spring with birds and glory someone crying for help in a crowded boat.

Now I remember...
Door of young stones.
Boats how can not...
Hundred's of people cannot swim,
Drown in the Mediterranean sea,
Fear,
Someone want to earn on others...
Disaster.
No one can help
No one will help
Someone dead.
Does it matter...
Do we care?

Poems & News: Never explain - your friends do not need it, and y...

Poems & News: Never explain - your friends do not need it, and y...: QUOTATIONS ! L IFE IS JUST ONE DAMNED THING AFTER ANOTHER.. . I am the darker brother They send me to eat in the kitchen... When com...

Poems & News: Satisfied in your heart and fond of your mind, the...

Poems & News: Satisfied in your heart and fond of your mind, the...: St.Francis and the birds. We weighed down in the dust the forgiveness of abandonment but, the birds in the leaves are closer to God. ...

Poems & News: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...

Poems & News: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...: I lent upon a coppice gate When Frost was specter-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine...

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...

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: On a day when the wind is perfect the sail just ne...

Poems & News: On a day when the wind is perfect the sail just ne...: Here is a relationship booster that is guaranteed to work: Every time your spouse or lover says something stupid... Make your eyes ...

Poems & News: Hospicio... Y las estrellas pobres, las que no ti...

Poems & News: Hospicio... Y las estrellas pobres, las que no ti...: At the Poorhouse And the poor stars that have no light ---o sorrow, sorrow, o lamentation !--- End up stuck in muddy blue. O...

Poems & News: God's admiration for us is infinitely greater than...

Poems & News: God's admiration for us is infinitely greater than...: With passion pray. With passion work. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink. With passion dance and play. Why look l...

Poems & News: You can see them from the railings on the hill, hi...

Poems & News: You can see them from the railings on the hill, hi...: In the shadows, their eyes mist over with immense night. In the bends of the air the salty dawn crackles. A sky of white horses ...

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

Poems & News: "My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great ...: 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: How long do others speak if we have already spoken...

Poems & News: How long do others speak if we have already spoken...: Well, I never went back, I no longer suffer from not going back, the sand willed it and as part wave and part channel, syllable of s...

Poems & News: Separating from one another like wounds opening li...

Poems & News: Separating from one another like wounds opening li...: Nothing was foreseen. Everything was imminent.

Separating from one another like wounds opening little by little until even the snow could heal them...

Nothing was foreseen.
Everything was imminent.

Poems & News: Even so, I'm somebody... I'm the discoverer of Nat...

Poems & News: Even so, I'm somebody... I'm the discoverer of Nat...: No soy el viento ni la vela sino el timón que vela. No soy el agua ni el timón sino el que canta esta canción. No soy la voz no la...

Even so, I'm somebody... I'm the discoverer of Nature. I'm the Argonaut of true sensations. I bring a new Universe into the Universe because I bring to the Universe its very own self... This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly and not without seeing the sun, through still not knowing... And there the mountains began to move.

No soy el viento ni la vela
sino el timón que vela.

No soy el agua ni el timón
sino el que canta esta canción.

No soy la voz no la garganta
sino lo que se canta.

No se quien soy ni lo que digo
pero voy y te sigo.

I am not the wind, nor the sail,
but the rudder that watches.

I am not the water, nor the rudder,
but he who sings the song.

I am not the voice, nor the throat,
but that which is sung.

I don't know who I am, nor what I say,
but I go following you.

Entre vivir y pensar,
la puerta a medio cerrar.
Ver es ser de par en par...

Between to live and to think,
the door is ajar.
Seeing; being open wide...

Poems & News: Hvorfor bruker vi så lang tid på å vokse opp, bare...

Poems & News: Hvorfor bruker vi så lang tid på å vokse opp, bare...: Donde esta el nino que yo fui, sigue adentro de mi o se fue? Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller dratt?

Poems & News: I never knew a soul who took a licking. My friends...

Poems & News: I never knew a soul who took a licking. My friends...: And I, so often vulgar, so often obscene, so often vile, I, so deliberately parasitical, Unforgivably filthy, I, so often without p...

I never knew a soul who took a licking. My friends have all been champions at everything...

And I, so often vulgar,
so often obscene,
so often vile,
I, so deliberately parasitical,
Unforgivably filthy,
I, so often without patience to take
a bath,
I, who've been so ridiculous,
so absurd,
Tripping up in public on the carpet
of etiquette,
I, so grotesque and mean,
submissive and insolent,
Who've been insulted and not said a word,
And when putting a word in growing still
more ridiculous,
I who strike chambermaids as laughable,
I who feel porters wink sarcastically,
I who've been scandalous about money,
borrowing and not paying it back,
I, who when the time came to fight,
ducked as far as I could out of punching
range,
I who go into a sweet over slightest thing---
I'm convinced no one's better than I at
this sort of game.

Enough --- I'm fed up with demigods!
Where are the real people in this world ?

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...

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: 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: Someone throws stones at my roof, then hypocritica...

Poems & News: Someone throws stones at my roof, then hypocritica...: Sorrow, since you cannot make me quit God, where is your power? "Where is thy sting?" The hours fly, carrying away on e...

Poems & News: Barefoot over the earth===Shavings curl in the woo...

Poems & News: Barefoot over the earth===Shavings curl in the woo...: In half-an-hour's walk From the village My life like a legend Begins all over. Not for loafers to envy--- To no haven or cove...

Barefoot over the earth===Shavings curl in the wood which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up on Kinnekulle Hill.

In half-an-hour's walk
From the village
My life like a legend
Begins all over.

Not for loafers to envy---
To no haven or cove,
Like a rank-and-file trooper
I go to the blueberry hill.

Only smoke-wreaths will climb
From the gully edge rolled
When its house-warming Rhyme
In the forest will hold.

I dream:
at a distance
From everyday din
To acquire birds'keen vision
Unknown to us men.

Like the Snake-Eater I,
Ears wide open, will learn
The language of frogs
And the grass and the fern.

Come and visit me, neighbours
From villages near.
I'll treat you with poems
Sweet to the ear.

Poems & News: Hvorfor bruker vi så lang tid på å vokse opp, bare...

Poems & News: Hvorfor bruker vi så lang tid på å vokse opp, bare...: Donde esta el nino que yo fui, sigue adentro de mi o se fue? Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller dratt?

Hvorfor bruker vi så lang tid på å vokse opp, bare for å skilles? --- Por que anduvimos tanto tiempo creciendo para separarnos?

Donde esta el nino que yo fui,
sigue adentro de mi o se fue?

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

Poems & News: Someone throws stones at my roof, then hypocritica...

Poems & News: Someone throws stones at my roof, then hypocritica...: Sorrow, since you cannot make me quit God, where is your power? "Where is thy sting?" The hours fly, carrying away on e...

Someone throws stones at my roof, then hypocritically hides the quick hands that harmed me...I have no stones, only fragrant fresh roses in my arbour, and yet---idiosyncratically---I also hide my hand after throwing roses.

Sorrow, since you cannot make me
quit God,
where is your power?
"Where is thy sting?"

The hours
fly,
carrying away on each wing
a certain portion of your dark energy.

Sorrow,
you are also a slave
of time;
Your potency
diminishes as the moment wear thin,
while God,
sheltered inside me,
grows larger and larger,
the more I keep
loving Him...
Or?

Poems & News: Lykksalig er den mann som glemmer med forstand hva...

Poems & News: Lykksalig er den mann som glemmer med forstand hva...: The little horses fleeing And we, big horses eating… You are a beauty… Finally drove me wild. I met her, not by chance, Sta...

Lykksalig er den mann som glemmer med forstand hva han ei endre kan... Happy is the man who forgets the sense what he not can change ...

The little horses fleeing

And we, big horses eating…

You are a beauty…

Finally drove me wild.

I met her, not by chance,

Standing in the middle of the meadow,

Governing all who passed,

All who addressed her?

In every tree, she raises the one

They laid upon the earth.

She warms and wraps and holds him close

To the fire of her breast.