Poems & News: A piano on my street...

Poems & News: A piano on my street...: A piano on my street... Children playing outside... A Sunday, and the sun Shining golden with joy... My sorrow that makes me     L...

A piano on my street...

A piano on my street...
Children playing outside...
A Sunday, and the sun
Shining golden with joy...

My sorrow that makes me
    Love all that's indefinite...
Through I had little in life,
    it pains me to have lost it.

But my life already
    runs deep in changes...
A piano I miss hearing,
    those children I miss being !

Poems & News: Det er ikke kjærligheten som gjør blind. Det er m...

Poems & News: Det er ikke kjærligheten som gjør blind. Det er m...: Er jeg en båt uten vind? Du var vinden, Var du? Det er som vår verden hvelver seg inn mot en sol av rød ild. I høstluft om skogen s...

Det er ikke kjærligheten som gjør blind. Det er misunnelsen.

Er jeg en båt uten vind?
Du var vinden,
Var du?
Det er som vår verden hvelver
seg inn mot en sol av rød ild.
I høstluft om skogen skjelver
et flammerødt fargespill.
Det er under disse flammer
den klare kulden blir til...

Poems & News: Every story is made of air and only air: The story...

Poems & News: Every story is made of air and only air: The story...: You're more beautiful than a silvery ball of cigarette paper You're more beautiful than a clear puddle of water     in a s...

Every story is made of air and only air: The story tellers hand ---doesn't cut timber ---doesn't wound ---the metal ---the stone doesn't dye the fingers blue ---when it writes morning or breeze or blue of a woman. The poem is without palpable matter all there is is noise that goes on rustling in the breath of reading...

You're more beautiful than a silvery
ball of cigarette paper

You're more beautiful than a clear
puddle of water
    in a secret place

You're more beautiful than a zebra
than a wildcat's cub
    than a Boeing 707 in the open air

You're more beautiful than a flowery
    garden along the sea in Norway

You're more beautiful than a oil refinery
    burning at night

You're more beautiful than the sunrise
    than the sapphire-blue sea of Norway

Look
You're as beautiful as the city of Lisbon
    in August
    and almost as beautiful as the 
    Revolution of...

Poems & News: There are many traps in the World...

Poems & News: There are many traps in the World...: There are many traps in the world     and what is a trap could be a refuge     and what is a refuge could be a trap. Your window, fo...

There are many traps in the World...

There are many traps in the world
    and what is a trap could be a refuge
    and what is a refuge could be a trap.

Your window, for instance,
    open to the sky
    and a star saying that humanity is
    nothing
or the morning sparkling on the beach
    waving, before the promised land,
    before Europa.

There are many traps in the world
    and many mouths telling you
    that life is too little
    that life is too crazy.
    And why not end it all,
    since life is crazy?

Yet, you look at your son, the kid
    who doesn't know,
     who gives himself to life and wants
     life
     and seeks the sun over the Mediterranean
     sea.
Life is little
Life is crazy
    but there is nothing else.
And you are the only one how can help yourself,
    still you are a prisoner of your own destiny.

Poems & News: You said the sun would rise. Let's go along those ...

Poems & News: You said the sun would rise. Let's go along those ...: And if iron stands in our way we ask for a sheet of European's tears... On our journey to Europa's history we only ask for m...

You said the sun would rise. Let's go along those unmapped paths to free the people you love...

And if iron stands in our way
we ask for a sheet of European's
tears...
On our journey to Europa's history
we only ask for mercy.
Nothing more.  

Poems & News: The sky was in the clouds and the clouds in the bi...

Poems & News: The sky was in the clouds and the clouds in the bi...: Hands full of earth and eyes full of water, I am going to tell you a secret: I do not have a home. No, I do not have a home.

The sky was in the clouds and the clouds in the birds and birds in the air and the air above their hands.

Hands full of earth
and eyes full of water,
I am going to tell you a secret:
I do not have a home.
No, I do not have a home.

Poems & News: If someone tells you it's not for sure...

Poems & News: If someone tells you it's not for sure...: If someone tells you it's not for sure, tell him to come here, to put his hands over his stomach and swear, to bear witness to th...

If someone tells you it's not for sure...

If someone tells you it's not for sure,
tell him to come here,
to put his hands over his stomach and swear,
to bear witness to the whole truth.
To see the light in the oily street,
the stopped cars,
the people passing and passing,
the four doors which face the East,
the empty bicycles,
the bricks the affectionate quicklime,
the bookshelves tumbling behind you,
the gray hairs on your father's head,
the son your wife never had,
and the money the walks in with its mouth full of shit.
In the name of the undefeated God
in the contest of the democracies,
tell him to swear he's seen and heard.
Because he's also got to hear the crime of the cats
and keep his ears glued to the big clock they keep
    winding...

Poems & News: The Mysterious of Them and Us... A small novel abo...

Poems & News: The Mysterious of Them and Us... A small novel abo...: We were in the magnificent grounds of our mysterious host. A feast had been laid out in the open air. There were many of us present. Some...

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: Seven hearts are the hearts that I have. But mine ...

Poems & News: Seven hearts are the hearts that I have. But mine ...: In the high mountains, mother, where I sometimes ran into the wind, seven girls with long hands carried me around in their mirrors. ...

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: 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...

Poems & News: Live to this day, live as before these stories, le...

Poems & News: Live to this day, live as before these stories, le...: The Hourglass The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched Its yellow, loose pate, all a shine. One pinch was soldered in glass with...

Poems & News: When I was young, I used to watch behind the curta...

Poems & News: When I was young, I used to watch behind the curta...: Then the window draws full upon     your mind. There, just beyond the sway of curtains,    you walk. Knowing something. Going some...

When I was young, I used to watch behind the curtains...

Then the window draws full upon
    your mind.
There, just beyond the sway of curtains,
   you walk.
Knowing something.
Going some-place.
But this time, you will simply
   stand and watch.
Maybe.

Poems & News: Ain't that bad! Dancin' the funky chicken Eatin' r...

Poems & News: Ain't that bad! Dancin' the funky chicken Eatin' r...: Puttin' down that do-rag Tightenin' up my 'fro Wrappin' up in Blackness Don't I shine and glow ? Hearin' Th...

Ain't that bad! Dancin' the funky chicken Eatin' ribs and tips Diggin' all the latest sounds And drinkin' gin in sips...

Puttin' down that do-rag
Tightenin' up my 'fro
Wrappin' up in Blackness
Don't I shine and glow ?

Hearin' The Prime Minister
Cookin' beans and rice
Goin' to the opera
Checkin' out ...  ...

Now ain't they bad ?
An' ain't they Black ?
An' ain't they Black ?
an' ain't they Bad ?
An' ain't they bad ?
An' ain't they Black ?
An' ain't they fine !

Arthur who? on the tennis court
Mohammed Ali in the ring
Barak Obama and Andrew Young
Black men doing their thing.

Dressing in purples and pinks and greens
Exotic as rum and Cokes
Living our lives with flash and style
Ain't we colourful folks ?

Now ain't we bad ?
An' ain't we Black ?
An' ain't we Black ? 
An' ain't we bad ?
An' ain't we bad ?
An' ain't we Black ?'
An' ain't we fine ?

Poems & News: In every town and village, in every city square, i...

Poems & News: In every town and village, in every city square, i...: Then you rose into my life Like a promised sunrise. Brightening my days with     the light in your eyes. I've never been so stro...

In every town and village, in every city square, in crowded places I searched the faces...Hoping to find someone to care.

Then you rose into my life
Like a promised sunrise.
Brightening my days with
    the light in your eyes.
I've never been so strong,
Now I'm where I belong.
In Lisbon town.

Poems & News: Live to this day, live as before these stories, le...

Poems & News: Live to this day, live as before these stories, le...: The Hourglass The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched Its yellow, loose pate, all a shine. One pinch was soldered in glass with...

Live to this day, live as before these stories, legends, tales of yore, old dreams of toil-tired fancy born, like fire-smoke heady, sharp and warm...

The Hourglass

The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched
Its yellow, loose pate, all a shine.
One pinch was soldered in glass with a torch;
Now watch
How the sand measures time.

Not for years-just for minutes 
    the hourglass will run,
Yet time we control within it:
When the sand runs out,
    turn the glass upside down
And the end,
Will become the beginning.

It seems to me,
Too,
    that I am the same:
Towards night, when my energy's 
    on the wane, 
I drop off like dead on a bed or sofa.
Then at dawn I get up,
    hale and hearty again,
As if I had been turned over.

And maybe, our death is similar, too:
Our friends fresh pine-planks prepare,
Yet death simply turns us over anew,
Like an hourglass;
    again year by year runs through,
And we never know wear or tear...

Poems & News: Sommerens død, vinterens brød.Det flyr mot høstkla...

Poems & News: Sommerens død, vinterens brød.Det flyr mot høstkla...: Silence of the night,  a sad, nocturnal silence--- Why does my soul tremble so? I hear the humming of my blood, and a soft storm pa...

Sommerens død, vinterens brød.Det flyr mot høstklare fjerner skyer av blomsterflimmer, ja selv månen er rød. Engenes gullstøv-skimmer forvandles inatt...

Silence of the night, 
a sad, nocturnal silence---
Why does my soul tremble so?
I hear the humming of my blood,
and a soft storm passes through my brain.
Insomnia!
Not to be able to sleep, and yet to dream.
I'm the auto-specimen of spiritual dissection,
the auto-Hamlet!
To dilute my sadness
in the wine of the night
in the marvellous crystal of the dark---
And I ask myself:
When will the dawn come?
Someone has closed a door---
Someone has walked past---
The clock has rung three---
If only it were She!---

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

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

Poems & News: Human beings have an inalienable right to invent t...

Poems & News: Human beings have an inalienable right to invent t...: Sad! not really, just a little Cursed Yeah well, not really, just a little Bored! - Absolutely not Daydream no, not very Jealousy is...

Poems & News: Already almost forty times My sun has brought me t...

Poems & News: Already almost forty times My sun has brought me t...: My mind is like a kaleidoscope, Click, click, click, Can't settle for one image, Yet I have to many...

Poems & News: Terror in the house does roar; But Pity stands bef...

Poems & News: Terror in the house does roar; But Pity stands bef...: Soft deceit and idleness, These are Beauty's sweetest dress...

Poems & News: Nye tider... Ingen i nødhavn ! Men jeg snart ser v...

Poems & News: Nye tider... Ingen i nødhavn ! Men jeg snart ser v...: Jeg synes at verden skinner, Jeg synes at blomstrene ler. Jeg synes at alt blir gyllent,     hvorhen jeg ser. Så; "Snillan v...

Nye tider... Ingen i nødhavn ! Men jeg snart ser vinterens nødhavn komme. Tåke mellom trærne i skogen komme. Mørke trær kranser omkring vinterens mørke komme, i dens nylig åpne grav. Snart-Vårens lys over værbitt ansikt - Som regnbuen komme mot grå sky. Håp uten mulighet, glede uten grunn, selv det er hva der er. Vandre mot åpenhetens sommer, der frukt modnes og kanskje er det håp.

Jeg synes at verden skinner,
Jeg synes at blomstrene ler.
Jeg synes at alt blir gyllent,
    hvorhen jeg ser.

Så;
"Snillan villan du ! ---
Dødens lyst og livsens gru ! ---
Er du inne, er du ille ute."

Poems & News: Crees que la vida es incendio, que el progreso es ...

Poems & News: Crees que la vida es incendio, que el progreso es ...: You think that life is a fire,     that progress is an irruption. That the future is wherever your     bullet strikes. No...

Crees que la vida es incendio, que el progreso es erupción, que en donde pones la bala el porvenir pones. ...No...

You think that life is a fire,
    that progress is an irruption.
That the future is wherever your
    bullet strikes.
No...

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...: Quiero, a la sombra de una ala, Contar este cuento en flor: La nina de ... La que se murió de amor.

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

Quiero, a la sombra de una ala,
Contar este cuento en flor:
La nina de ...
La que se murió de amor.

Poems & News: Yo se que el necio se entierra con gran lujo y con...

Poems & News: Yo se que el necio se entierra con gran lujo y con...: I know that fools are buried Splendidly,     with floods of tears, And that no fruit on earth Is like the graveyard's... ...

Yo se que el necio se entierra con gran lujo y con gran llanto--- Y que no hay fruta en la tierra como la del camposanto.

I know that fools are buried
Splendidly,
    with floods of tears,
And that no fruit on earth
Is like the graveyard's...

Poems & News: Noe så uklokt skal du aldri gjøre som å trette med...

Poems & News: Noe så uklokt skal du aldri gjøre som å trette med...: Alt du kan løfte er børa til bror din... Det er mange som fryser !...

Poems & News: I am become like a pelican in the wilderness; and ...

Poems & News: I am become like a pelican in the wilderness; and ...: Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live... Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my bo...

Poems & News: The little boy lost in the lonely fen. Led by the ...

Poems & News: The little boy lost in the lonely fen. Led by the ...: Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a...

The little boy lost in the lonely fen. Led by the wand'ring light, Began to cry; but God, ever nigh, appear'd like his father, in white. He kissed the child, and by the hand led, to his mother brought, who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale, her little boy weeping sought.

Can I see another's woe,

And not be in sorrow too?

Can I see another's grief,

And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,

And not feel my sorrow's share?

Can a father see his child Weep?

Nor be with sorrow fill'd?

Can a mother sit and hear

An infant groan, an infant fear?

Poems & News: The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, the humble She...

Poems & News: The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, the humble She...: Ah, Sun-flower! Weary of time, Who count-est the steps of the sun; Seeking after the sweet golden clime, Where the traveller's ...

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, the humble Sheep a threat'ning horn; While the Lilly white shall in love delight, nor a thorn, nor a threat, stain her beauty bright...

Ah, Sun-flower!
Weary of time,
Who count-est the steps of the sun;
Seeking after the sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
where my sun-flower wishes to go...

Poems & News: The Human Abstract... Pity would be no more if we ...

Poems & News: The Human Abstract... Pity would be no more if we ...: Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress. The human dress is...

The Human Abstract... Pity would be no more if we did not make somebody poor, and Mercy no more could be if all were as happy as we.

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron.
The human form a fiery forge.
The human face a furnace seal'd.
The human heart its hungry gorge.

Poems & News: Terror in the house does roar; But Pity stands bef...

Poems & News: Terror in the house does roar; But Pity stands bef...: Soft deceit and idleness, These are Beauty's sweetest dress...

Terror in the house does roar; But Pity stands before the door...

Soft deceit and idleness,
These are Beauty's sweetest dress...

Poems & News: Great things are done when men and mountains meet;...

Poems & News: Great things are done when men and mountains meet;...: He who binds to himself a Joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the Joy as it flies Lives in Eternity's sunrise. ...

Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street...

He who binds to himself a Joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the Joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.

Poems & News: Sometimes we are blind: Sometimes we see everythin...

Poems & News: Sometimes we are blind: Sometimes we see everythin...: Love to faults is always blind; Always is to joy inclin'd, Lawless, wing'd and unconfin'd And breaks all chains from ever...

Sometimes we are blind: Sometimes we see everything.

Love to faults is always blind;
Always is to joy inclin'd,
Lawless, wing'd and unconfin'd
And breaks all chains from every mind.

Deceit to secrecy confin'd,
Lawful, cautious and refin'd;
To anything but interest blind,
And forges fetters for the mind.

The souls of men are bought and sold,
And milk-fed infancy for gold;
And youth to slaughter-houses led,
And beauty, for a bit of bread...

Poems & News: Soul of the world, knowledge, without thee --- Wha...

Poems & News: Soul of the world, knowledge, without thee --- Wha...: But years hath done this wrong, To make me write to much, And live to loooong !

Poems & News: From rock to rock, with giant-bound - High on thei...

Poems & News: From rock to rock, with giant-bound - High on thei...: The goats wind slow their wonted way, Up craggy steeps and ridges rude; Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or ha...

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

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

Poems & News: My Blog (My Soul)

Poems & News: My Blog (My Soul)

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

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

Poems & News: Siete corazones tengo Pero el mio no lo encuentro....

Poems & News: Siete corazones tengo Pero el mio no lo encuentro....: Song of the Seven-Hearted Bay... Seven hearts are the hearts that I have. But mine is not there among them. In the high mountain,...

Siete corazones tengo Pero el mio no lo encuentro. En el mio no lo encuentro... en el alto monte, madre, estropearnos yo y el viento. Siete ninas de largas manos me llevaron en sus espejos. He cantos por el mundo con mi boca de siete pétalos. Mis galeras de amaranto iban sin jarcias y sin remos. He vivido los paisajes de otras gentes. Mis secretos alrededor de la garganta ;sin darme cuenta! iban abiertos. En el alto monte, madre, (mi corazon sobre los ecos dentro del álbum de una estrella) tropezábamos yo y el viento. Siete corazones tengo. Pero el mio no lo encuentro.

Song of the Seven-Hearted Bay...

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

In the high mountain, mother,
where I sometimes ran into the wind,
seven girls with long hands
carried me around in their mirrors.

I have sung my way through this world
with my mouth with its seven petals.
My crimson-coloured galleys
have cast off without rigging or oars.

I have lived my life in landscapes
that other men have owned.
and the secret I wore at my throat.
unbeknownst to me, had come open.

In the high mountains mother,
where my heart rises over in echoes
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: Each day gives me cause to hope for what no day ca...

Poems & News: Each day gives me cause to hope for what no day ca...: To think about God is to disobey God, Since God wanted us not to know him, Which is why he didn't reveal himself to us... Let&#3...

Each day gives me cause to hope for what no day can ever give me. Each day makes me weary from hoping... But to live is to hope and to grow weary.

To think about God is to disobey God,
Since God wanted us not to know him,
Which is why he didn't reveal himself to us...

Let's be simple and calm,
Like the trees and streams,
And God will love us, making us
Us even as the trees are trees
And the streams are streams,
And will give us greenness in the spring,
which is its season,
And a river to go to when we end...
And he'll give us nothing more,
Since to give us more would make us less us.

Poems & News: Yes it's me, I myself, what I turned out to be, a ...

Poems & News: Yes it's me, I myself, what I turned out to be, a ...: Whatever I was, Whatever I wasn't---it's all in what I am. Whatever I wanted, Whatever I didn't want---all of this has  ...

Yes it's me, I myself, what I turned out to be, a kind of accessory or spare part of my own person, The jagged outskirts of my true emotion---I'm the one here in myself, it's me.

Whatever I was,
Whatever I wasn't---it's all in what I am.
Whatever I wanted,
Whatever I didn't want---all of this has
    shaped me.
Whatever I loved,
    or stopped loving---in me it's the same
    nostalgia.

It's me,
    just me, and nothing I can do about it!

Poems & News: Tell nothing to the one who told all--- The all th...

Poems & News: Tell nothing to the one who told all--- The all th...: Tell nothing to the one who bared His soul ... The soul can't be bared. Confession is made for the calm It gives us to hear ours...

Tell nothing to the one who told all--- The all that is never told, those words made of velvet whose colour no one knows...

Tell nothing to the one who bared
His soul ... The soul can't be bared.
Confession is made for the calm
It gives us to hear ourselves talk.

Everything is useless, and false.
It's a top that a boy in the street
Releases just to see how it spins.
It spins.
Tell nothing...