Poems & News: Vil du være glad, så husk at jorden ikke, tross de...

Poems & News: Vil du være glad, så husk at jorden ikke, tross de...: The sky was blue, the wind was still, The moon was shining clearly; I set her down, wi`right good will, Amang the rigs o`barley; I ke...

Poems & News: Ah, none but I discerned her looks, When in the th...

Poems & News: Ah, none but I discerned her looks, When in the th...: The soul of a ... Is like a waterfall without navigation As the soul of a poem The water flows in all directions As estrogen in a huma...

Poems & News: Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind p...

Poems & News: Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind p...: 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 y...

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

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

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

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

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: Skiftende skydekke ! Hva nå? Du våkner og blir lig...

Poems & News: Skiftende skydekke ! Hva nå? Du våkner og blir lig...: Changing cloud cover ! What now? You wake up and are left to smile ! The joy and sorrow from the day before flowing through you ! You...

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: Klok er den som sier seg tilfreds med å bivåne ver...

Poems & News: Klok er den som sier seg tilfreds med å bivåne ver...: You render me lonely. I find you in other things. For a while it is you, and then it is the wings of the breeze, or a fragrance tha...

Klok er den som sier seg tilfreds med å bivåne verdens teater og dens politiske skuespillere... - Shrewd is the one who is content with watching the world theatre and its political actors...

You render me lonely.
I find you in other things.
For a while it is you,
and then it is the wings
of the breeze,
or a fragrance that comes 
to me whole.
In their arms I lost them,
body and soul,
but you,
you only,
are born ever anew:
because I never held you,
now I hold you.

Poems & News: Jeg har bestrebet meg på en ting i dette livet, og...

Poems & News: Jeg har bestrebet meg på en ting i dette livet, og...: Om en fortalte meg at det er meningsløst å snakke slik om en som aldri har eksistert, vil jeg svare at jeg heller ikke har bevis for ...

Jeg har bestrebet meg på en ting i dette livet, og det er å finne måter å unnlate å handle på...I have endeavoured one thing in this life, and that is to find ways to fail to act on ...

Om en fortalte meg at det er meningsløst
å snakke slik om en som aldri har eksistert,
vil jeg svare at jeg heller ikke har bevis
for at London noensinne har eksistert,
eller for at jeg skriver dette,
eller for noe som helst annet.  


If one told me that it is pointless
such talk about someone who never existed,
I will answer that I do not have proof
that London has ever existed,
or that I write this,
or for anything else.

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: L'amour, tel qu'il existe dans la society, n'est q...

Poems & News: L'amour, tel qu'il existe dans la society, n'est q...: Love, in the form in which it exists in society, is nothing but the exchange of two fantasies and the superficial contact of two bodies.....

Poems & News: THE SWEDISH COTTAGE...

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

Poems & News: This Poor Man... How is he ? Is he me ? Or some o...

Poems & News: This Poor Man... How is he ? Is he me ? Or some o...: Because there was disquiet in the wind And sound of old griefs in the beating rain, Sad echo of erstwhile afflicted rhymes turning their...

Poems & News: Forbannet, sint, ur-sint --- på dårlige tider, str...

Poems & News: Forbannet, sint, ur-sint --- på dårlige tider, str...: Menneskene bygger sitt alltid nye strålende 'image' av flukt og sang over sten-gjerde, som med trass tier, vendt mot  en verden...

Poems & News: Does the Eagel knows what is in the pit; Or wilt t...

Poems & News: Does the Eagel knows what is in the pit; Or wilt t...:

Does the Eagel knows what is in the pit; Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod. Or Love in a golden bowl?

 

Poems & News: Sleep, little rose... For the horse start to weep-...

Poems & News: Sleep, little rose... For the horse start to weep-...: The horse surely dies It cries out to the mountains It cries out to the march Cries out to the river In a voice loud and harsh Cry ...

Sleep, little rose... For the horse start to weep- Its hooves they are wounded - Its mane is of ice - A dagger of silver has pierced its great eye.- They go down to the river, - Oh, how they go down! - The water flows deeply but in blood the can drown.

The horse surely dies
It cries out to the mountains
It cries out to the march
Cries out to the river
In a voice loud and harsh
Cry for the horsey
That can't bear to drink
Cry for the river
With water black as ink.

Poems & News: Room after room, I hunt the house through... We in...

Poems & News: Room after room, I hunt the house through... We in...: It made me smile and hug you then. Now I can only smile. But,  Look, the flowers you nearly brought Have lasted all this while... ...

Room after room, I hunt the house through... We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her... Next time, herself!---

It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, 
Look, the flowers you nearly brought
Have lasted all this while...

Poems & News: One day I wrote your name upon the strand...

Poems & News: One day I wrote your name upon the strand...: But came the waves and washed it away: again I wrote it with a second hand, but came the tide, and made my pained his pray. The man, ...

One day I wrote your name upon the strand...

But came the waves and washed it away:
again I wrote it with a second hand,
but came the tide, and made my pained his pray.
The man, say you, that the tide wash it away. 
So our love shall live, and later life renew...

  

Poems & News: Det felles store fund... Lå på ensomhetens bunn.

Poems & News: Det felles store fund... Lå på ensomhetens bunn.: Det var en gang... Moss som den engang var ! Men deiligst av alle gleder er gleden for slett ingen ting. Ikke for noe du kan eller...

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: In the depths of the deep sea, in the night of lon...

Poems & News: In the depths of the deep sea, in the night of lon...: Lodge me at your back, oh shelter me, appear to me in your mirror, suddenly, upon the solitary, nocturnal pane, sprouting from the...

Poems & News: Around me the night rings out, the day, the mount,...

Poems & News: Around me the night rings out, the day, the mount,...: A trace that lingers in the bed a trace that sleeps in the soul, crazed words. They leave behind a promise. And never come back... ...

Around me the night rings out, the day, the mount, time, ring out like sacks of wet bells or fearful mouths of fragile salt. They leave behind a promise, and never come back...

A trace that lingers in the bed
a trace that sleeps in the soul,
crazed words.

They leave behind a promise.
And never come back...

Poems & News: Hvorfor skriver vi i de mørkeste tider med usynlig...

Poems & News: Hvorfor skriver vi i de mørkeste tider med usynlig...: Por que en las épocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible? Why do we write in the darkest  times with invisible ink?

Hvorfor skriver vi i de mørkeste tider med usynlig blekk?

Por que en las épocas oscuras
se escribe con tinta invisible?

Why do we write in the darkest 
times with invisible ink?

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

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

Poems & News: High moon opened up: the sun in the center, crowne...

Poems & News: High moon opened up: the sun in the center, crowne...: The wind sails the open sea steered by the albatross that glides, falls, dances, climbs, hang motionless in the fading light, tou...

High moon opened up: the sun in the center, crowned. The earth awaited indecisively some movement in the sky and everyone remained indecipherable still.

The wind sails the open sea
steered by the albatross
that glides,
falls,
dances,
climbs,
hang motionless in the fading light,
touches the waves' towers,
settles down in
the disorderly element's
seething mortar
while the salt crowns it with laurels
and the furious foam hisses,
skims the waves
with its great symphonic wings,
leaving above the tempest
a book that flies on forever:
the statue of the wind.

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

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

Poems & News: Pollution = The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, a...

Poems & News: Pollution = The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, a...: Well then; Pollution I now do not see this busy world and I shall ne'er agree; The very honey of all earthly disasters, Does of ...

Poems & News: Den mann som bærer tyngst bør - som ingenting har...

Poems & News: Den mann som bærer tyngst bør - som ingenting har...: En ting er nødvendig - Her i denne vår vanskelige verden og tid av husville og  hjemløse med dårlig økonomi: Å TA BOLIG I SEG SELV ...

Poems & News: WHO KNOWS...

Poems & News: WHO KNOWS...: I cannot speak to you about that brilliance. Today I only want to find the lost rose, hidden in the sand. I want to share the oblivio...

WHO KNOWS...

I cannot speak to you about that brilliance.
Today I only want to find the lost rose,
hidden in the sand.
I want to share the oblivion.

I want to see the long minutes
displayed like flags,
hidden in the silence.

I want to behold the concealed lover.

I want to know.

Poems & News: QUESTIONS ?

Poems & News: QUESTIONS ?: Why? Why didn't you return? Oh infinite lover, a woman crowned not only with lemon flowers, not only with immense love, not onl...

QUESTIONS ?

Why?
Why didn't you return?
Oh infinite lover, a woman crowned
not only with lemon flowers,
not only with immense love,
not only with yellow brilliance
      and crimson silks on the dais,
not only with sheets and honeysuckle
       in deep beds,
you were a woman crowned
with our blood and our war.

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: 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: Mankind refugees...

Poems & News: Mankind refugees...: Here I found love. It was born in the sand, it grew without voice, touched the flint-stones of hardness, and resisted death. Here ...

Mankind refugees...

Here I found love.
It was born in the sand,
it grew without voice,
touched the flint-stones
of hardness,
and resisted death.
Here mankind was lift that 
joined the intact light,
the surviving sea,
and attacked and sang and fought
with the same unity of metals.
Here cemeteries were nothing but
turned soil,
dissolved sticks
of broken crosses over which
the sandy winds advanced.

Poems & News: To all, to you silent beings of the night who took...

Poems & News: To all, to you silent beings of the night who took...: Lamps of immortal light, star lines, staff of life, secret brethren, to all, to you, I say: there's no giving thanks, nothing...

To all, to you silent beings of the night who took my hand in the darkness, to you...

Lamps
of immortal light,
star lines,
staff of life,
secret brethren,
to all, to you,
I say: there's no giving thanks,
nothing can fill the wineglasses
of purity,
nothing can
contain all the sun in the invincible
springtime's flags,
like your quiet dignity.

I only
think
that I've perhaps been worthy of so
much simplicity,
of a flower so pure,
that perhaps I'm you,
that's right,
that bit of earth,
flour,
and song,
that natural batch that knows
whence it comes and where it belongs.

I'm not such a distant bell
or a crystal buried so deep
that you can't decipher,
I'm just people,
hidden door,
dark bread,
and when you welcome me,
you welcome yourself;
that guest
repeatedly beaten
and repeatedly reborn.

To all, to all,
to whomever I don't know,
to whomever never heard this name,
to those who dwell
all along our long rivers,
at the foot of the mountains,
in the sulfuric shadow of copper,
to fishermen and farmhands,

to the blue Native on the shores
of lakes sparkling like glass,
to you, to the one who unknowingly
has awaited me,
I belong and acknowledge and sing.

Poems & News: I know a song, which when the wild winds blow to b...

Poems & News: I know a song, which when the wild winds blow to b...: If to the lay my warbling voice incline, Walking its various tones with skill divine, Hush'd are the gales, the spirit of the storm ...

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: Tårene som ikke ennå er grått venter de i små inns...

Poems & News: Tårene som ikke ennå er grått venter de i små inns...: Las lagrimas que no se lloran esperan en pequeños lagos? Tears not yet wept are they  waiting in small lakes?

Tårene som ikke ennå er grått venter de i små innsjøer?

Las lagrimas que no se lloran
esperan en pequeños lagos?


Tears not yet wept are they 
waiting in small lakes?

Poems & News: CAMPANA (Bordon)

Poems & News: CAMPANA (Bordon): En la torre amarilla dobla una campana. Sobre el viento amarillo se abren las campanadas. en la torre amarilla cesa la campana....

Poems & News: The colour of life...

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

Poems & News: Om allverden både rår og spår tar vi veien der hvo...

Poems & News: Om allverden både rår og spår tar vi veien der hvo...: Inne ute... I jordens indre... Hva finner en der ? Mon tro...

Poems & News: I have come to the borders of sleep. The unfathoma...

Poems & News: I have come to the borders of sleep. The unfathoma...: Many a road and track That, since the dawn's first crack, Up to the forest brink, Deceived the travellers Suddenly blurs, And 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: Remember our street ? Where we used to meet and l...

Poems & News: Remember our street ? Where we used to meet and l...: A cold and wet wind came, cold even for springtime, to sweep you away like leaves that fell later the autumn after You'd gone....

Poems & News: Jeg kom fra bortenfor havet og hvor drar jeg når h...

Poems & News: Jeg kom fra bortenfor havet og hvor drar jeg når h...: Yo llegue de detrás del mar y donde voy cuando me ataja ?

Poems & News: I never promised you a ...

Poems & News: I never promised you a ...: In dead hours of night a guitar is trembling and a woman singing her bitter fado. Even through the grimy and murky glass of her ...

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: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Moss ? Y cuan...

Poems & News: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Moss ? Y cuan...: Look: I can see them, Staring at me, As I gaze back, Glassy eyes, They are open to all, But closed around, My non-existent heart,...

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

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

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: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Moss ? Y cuan...

Poems & News: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Moss ? Y cuan...: Look: I can see them, Staring at me, As I gaze back, Glassy eyes, They are open to all, But closed around, My non-existent heart,...

Poems & News: I'm somebody. I'm the Discover of Nature. I'm the ...

Poems & News: I'm somebody. I'm the Discover of Nature. I'm the ...: I saw that there is no Nature, That Nature does not exist, That there are  Mountains, Valleys, Plains, Cars, Boats, That there a...

Poems & News: Hassan, the door and the road are yours. Shall you...

Poems & News: Hassan, the door and the road are yours. Shall you...: Your roots, tree of humanity, tree of eternity, are today defended with steel, are today defended with your own grandeur in Syria, ...

Hassan, the door and the road are yours. Shall you open that door?

Your roots,
tree of humanity,
tree of eternity,
are today defended with steel,
are today defended with your own
grandeur in Syria,
armoured against the snaps of the
moribund wolf.

People, order was born of suffering.
Your victorious flag was born of order.

Hassan, stay and follow upon the liberation,
working,
fishing and fighting,
in the liberation return from the earth
fight and measure the roads.

Hassan, the door and the road are yours.
The earth is yours, with your blood.

Your roots,
tree of humanity,
tree of eternity,
are today defended with steel,
are to day defended with your own grandeur
in the Arabic land,
armored against the snaps of the
moribund wolf

People, order was born of suffering.
Hoist it with all the hands that fell,
stay and defend it with all the hands
that are joined:
Stay and let the unity of your invisible face
advance to the final struggle,
for a better place to live in.
Stay...

Poems & News: Life and death of a Butterfly

Poems & News: Life and death of a Butterfly: The Butterfly from Moss flies in the tempest; all the equinoctial threads, the emeralds' frozen paste, everything flies in the th...

Life and death of a Butterfly

The Butterfly from Moss flies in the tempest;
all the equinoctial threads,
the emeralds' frozen paste,
everything flies in the thunderbolt,
the air's ultimate consequences are shaken,
then a rain of green stamens
and the emerald's startled pollen rises;
its great velvets of wet fragrance
fall on the cyclone's blue shores,
merge with the fallen terrestrial leavens,
return to the homeland of leaves.

Poems & News: Autumn...

Poems & News: Autumn...: In autumn, high arrows, renewed oblivion, fall from the poplar; feet plunge into the pure blanket; the aroused leaves' coldness...

Autumn...

In autumn,
high arrows,
renewed oblivion,
fall from the poplar;
feet plunge into the pure blanket;
the aroused leaves' coldness
is a dense fountain of gold,
a spiny splendour sets the dry
candelabras of bristling stature near the sky,
and the yellow lynx scents a live droplet
between its claws.

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: Vinden løper i bølger unner rytternes hav - Lette ...

Poems & News: Vinden løper i bølger unner rytternes hav - Lette ...: Rytteren Å kors i alle tider,  Se rytteren rir Se damene i vinduet Se pikene på hjørnet  Se rytteren sitter som en prins på sin hes...

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: From above (2015)

Poems & News: From above (2015): The journey's end, the indefinable air, the moon of craters, dry moon poured upon scars, the torn tunic's calcareous hole, ...

From above (2015)

The journey's end,
the indefinable air,
the moon of craters,
dry moon poured upon scars,
the torn tunic's calcareous hole,
frozen veins of foliage,
the panic of quartz,
wheat,
the dawn,
keys spread out in secret rocks,
the terrifying line of the
dismembered  Europa, 
sulphate asleep in its stature
of long geography,
histories,
and turquoise dispositions
rotating round the refugees,
the incessantly blossoming hope,
how is not real,
but,
is the spacious night of density.

How can Europe manage ?
How can Europe feed so many? 
What can we do about their dream's?

Poems & News: Into the night of the heart your name drops slowly...

Poems & News: Into the night of the heart your name drops slowly...: Something  wishes for its slight harm and its infinite and short esteem, like the step of a lost one suddenly heard. Suddenly, s...

Poems & News: A bleak year. year of refugees, impure year. Year ...

Poems & News: A bleak year. year of refugees, impure year. Year ...: Your line is lofty and metallic on the shores of ocean and air, like a wire of  tempests and tension. But, Europa, you're also ...

A bleak year. year of refugees, impure year. Year of...

Your line is lofty and metallic
on the shores of ocean
and air,
like a wire of 
tempests and tension.
But, Europa, you're also
nocturnal,
blue, and boggy:
swamp and sky,
an agony of hearts
broken
like black oranges crushed
in your storeroom silence.

Do they expect to much?
Do we?
Can we?
To many?
Can we help?

Poems & News: To the lands without name or numbers, the wind ble...

Poems & News: To the lands without name or numbers, the wind ble...: From air to air, like an empty net, dredging through streets and ambient atmosphere, I came lavish, at autumn's coronation, wi...

To the lands without name or numbers, the wind blew down from other domains, the rain brought celestial threads, and the god of the impregnated altars restored flowers and lives...

From air to air,
like an empty net,
dredging through streets
and ambient atmosphere,
I came lavish,
at autumn's coronation,
with the leaves'
proffer of currency and---
between spring and wheat ears---
that which a boundless love,
caught in a gauntlet fall,
grants us like a long-fingered
moon.

Poems & News: Fantastisk - altoppslukende sport og hobby ?......

Poems & News: Fantastisk - altoppslukende sport og hobby ?......: Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe, And in t...

Poems & News: Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail. Or kno...

Poems & News: Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail. Or kno...: People you might know ? Or... Most people ignore most poetry because Most poetry ignores most people Something won`t let me Wo...

Poems & News: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...

Poems & News: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...: I believe in one God, the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible. A robe of seeming trut...

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: If you forget me I want you to know one thing my r...

Poems & News: If you forget me I want you to know one thing my r...: You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window. Dreaming... If I touch ne...

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: Ulike strenger har den beste klangen... If you...

Poems & News: Ulike strenger har den beste klangen... If you...: Selv er vi symboler og tegn, Mer er vi ikke Hvor er  nøkklen ? Er vi låst ? Hvem åpner og gir oss tilgang? I et virkelig rom ? ...

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

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

Poems & News: The colour of life...

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

Poems & News: The wounded cow lay down...

Poems & News: The wounded cow lay down...: Trees and streams climbing over its  wounded body, Its muzzles bled in the sky. Its muzzle of bees, its muzzle of screaming peoples...

Poems & News: I try to say what I feel without thinking about wh...

Poems & News: I try to say what I feel without thinking about wh...: I don't always manage to feel what I know I should feel. Only very slowly does my though swim across the river, weighed down as...

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: Cuando veo de nuevo el mar el mar me ha visto o no...

Poems & News: Cuando veo de nuevo el mar el mar me ha visto o no...: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or go. Error changed... Eternity is different now.  What happened was better always...

Poems & News: To think a flower is to see and smell it, and to e...

Poems & News: To think a flower is to see and smell it, and to e...: I don't know what Nature is: I sing it... I live on top of a hill In a solitary,  Whitewashed house, Or is it red? And that is...

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: Det beste er godt nok, når en bare kan få det...

Poems & News: Det beste er godt nok, når en bare kan få det...: To be a human being means to possess a feeling of inferiority which constantly  presses towards its own conquest... The greater the fee...

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: In dreams begins responsibility...

Poems & News: In dreams begins responsibility...: Think like a wise man but express yourself like the common people...

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

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

Poems & News: " If I could take a bite of the whole earth"

Poems & News: " If I could take a bite of the whole earth": If I could take a bite 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 h...

Poems & News: At this hour I remember everything and everyone, v...

Poems & News: At this hour I remember everything and everyone, v...

At this hour I remember everything and everyone, vigorously, sunkenly in the region that-sound and feather-striking a little, exist beyond the earth, but on the earth. Today new possibilities begins.

Poems & News: Soon... Autumn returns.

Poems & News: Soon... Autumn returns.: A day in mourning falls from the bells like a trembling vague-widow cloth, it is a colour, a dream of cherries buried in the earth, ...

Soon... Autumn returns.

A day in mourning falls from the bells
like a trembling vague-widow cloth,
it is a colour,
a dream of cherries buried in the earth,
it is a tail of smoke that restlessly arrives
to change the colour of the water and the
kisses.
Autumn returns.

There is so much dark light in space
and so many dimensions suddenly
yellow
because the wind does not fall
and the leaves do not breathe.