Poems & News: The Cry = El grito...

Poems & News: The Cry = El grito...: The arc of a cry travels from hill to hill. From the olive trees a black rainbow over the blue night. Ay! Like the bow of a vi...

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: Morning with air...

Poems & News: Morning with air...: Prisoner of the outdoors, a man rolls by at mid-morning like a cry-stalling globe. What can he understand or know if he's caugh...

Poems & News: Is the sun the same as yesterday's or is this fire...

Poems & News: Is the sun the same as yesterday's or is this fire...: Where are all those names sweet as cakes of yesteryear ?

Poems & News: The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, - Shak...

Poems & News: The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, - Shak...: Between my knees my forehead was, - My lips drawn in, said not Alas ! My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass. ...

Poems & News: Gud velsigne vår Herre, mumlet han Karl "Bærhua", ...

Poems & News: Gud velsigne vår Herre, mumlet han Karl "Bærhua", ...: Nattergalen vekte meg i grålysningen Dens toner skar i mitt øre... Det etter nattens øde... Nattergalen, Galen, galen... Med sin fløyte...

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: I love you, I love you, is my song and here my sil...

Poems & News: I love you, I love you, is my song and here my sil...:       I love you, I love you my lung. I love you, I love you my wild grapevine, and if love is like vine: you are my predilection...

Poems & News: It was late. I opened the door and the stars were ...

Poems & News: It was late. I opened the door and the stars were ...: The intense aroma of firewood slipped  from the house like a hand. As if the tree still lived, still breathed, the aroma was vi...

Poems & News: A song without words !...

Poems & News: A song without words !...: No berries, no mushrooms remain in the wood, And yet it's so good, so good ! Every morning I go and bring something home Out of the ...

Poems & News: Skal vi avlegge en visitt på ideenes torg og sikre...

Poems & News: Skal vi avlegge en visitt på ideenes torg og sikre...: Regjeringen har begynt det store salget; For en billig penge kan en få kjøpt prima sannheter og solmodne overbevisninger... Eller ska...

Poems & News: Dice la tarde: "-Tengo sed de sombra !"

Poems & News: Dice la tarde: "-Tengo sed de sombra !": Dice la luna: "Yo, sed de luceros". La fuente cristalina pide labios y suspiros el viento. Yo tengo sed de aromas y de risas...

Poems & News: To a Blind Mother...

Poems & News: To a Blind Mother...: In God's name, mam, don't mention those days of seeing, because I'm full of shame in the shadow of your vision: how full of co...

Poems & News: De la rosa - - - The rose.

Poems & News: De la rosa - - - The rose.: La rosa                                                           The rose no buscaba la aurora:                                    was no...

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: Every time I write a story I lose a friend...

Poems & News: Every time I write a story I lose a friend...: Joy, beautiful radiance of the gods, daughter of Elysium, We set foot in your heavenly shrine dazzled by your brilliance. Your charms re...

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: So long, visitor. Good day. My poem happened for y...

Poems & News: So long, visitor. Good day. My poem happened for y...: I beg you:  leave me restless. i live with the impossible ocean and silence bleeds me dry. I die with each wave each day. I die w...

Poems & News: Don't say that the soul lives eternally or that th...

Poems & News: Don't say that the soul lives eternally or that th...: All is useless, Knowing this included. Day leads to night, Which recreates it. Wise the man who locks up      what he's missing...

Poems & News: You will know that I do and do not love you just a...

Poems & News: You will know that I do and do not love you just a...: My love has two lifetimes to love you, That's how I can love you when I don't, and still love you when I do...

Poems & News: Let my fate deny me everything except to see it, f...

Poems & News: Let my fate deny me everything except to see it, f...: Dreamed pleasure is pleasure,     albeit in a dream. What we suppose of ourselves      we become,     If with a focused mind     W...

Let my fate deny me everything except to see it, for I, an unstrict stoic, wish to delight in every letter of the sentence engraved by Destiny...

Dreamed pleasure is pleasure,
    albeit in a dream.
What we suppose of ourselves 
    we become,
    If with a focused mind
    We persist in believing it.
So do not censure my way of thinking
    about things,
    beings,
    and fate.
For myself I create as much
    as I create for myself.
Outside me, indifferent to what I think,
    fate is fulfilled.
But I fulfil myself within the small ambit
    of what is given to me as mine...

Poems & News: We`ve got to have - We plot to have - For it`s so ...

Poems & News: We`ve got to have - We plot to have - For it`s so ...: Nun danket alle Gott: Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things heat done, In whom his world rejo...

Poems & News: A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but ...

Poems & News: A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but ...: Teach us, O Lord, To serve Thee as Thou deserve st: To give and not to count the cost; To fight and not to head the wounds; To toil and...

Poems & News: Det er ikke alle timer en skal telle...

Poems & News: Det er ikke alle timer en skal telle...: Han "Ola Sønnavind" var litt av en luring ! Han kunne fortelle den rareste historie, jo flere smådrammer som havna innafor vest...

Poems & News: He who does not bellow the truth when he knows the...

Poems & News: He who does not bellow the truth when he knows the...: The sinner is at the heart of Christianity... No one is as competent as the sinner in matter of Christianity... No one, except a saint.....

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: You will know that I do and do not love you just a...

Poems & News: You will know that I do and do not love you just a...: My love has two lifetimes to love you, That's how I can love you when I don't, and still love you when I do...

Poems & News: In my dark moments when there's nobody inside me a...

Poems & News: In my dark moments when there's nobody inside me a...: I come alive again, I exist, Aware, And even if it's all illusion The exterior where I forget myself, There's nothing more ...

In my dark moments when there's nobody inside me and everything's a fog and walls of all life offers and possesses---

I come alive again,
I exist,
Aware,
And even if it's all illusion
The exterior where I forget myself,
There's nothing more I wish or ask for.
I surrender my heart to it.

Poems & News: When our Autumn comes, bearing Winter with it, let...

Poems & News: When our Autumn comes, bearing Winter with it, let...: Recalling who I was, I see somebody else. In memory the past      becomes the present. Who I was is somebody I love, Yet only in a ...

When our Autumn comes, bearing Winter with it, let us keep on though: not of Spring to come, belonging to another, nor yet of Summer, when we're dead, but of what's left of what is passing--- The yellowing of these leaves now making them different.

Recalling who I was,
I see somebody else.
In memory the past 
    becomes the present.
Who I was is somebody I love,
Yet only in a dream.
The longing that torments me now
is not from me nor by the 
    past invoked,
But his who lives in me
    behind blind eyes.
Nothing knows me but the moment.
My own memory is nothing,
    and I feel that who I am and who I was
are two contrasting dreams.

Poems & News: I remembered you with my soul clenched in the sadn...

Poems & News: I remembered you with my soul clenched in the sadn...: Where were you then ? Who else was there ? Saying what ?

I remembered you with my soul clenched in the sadness of mine that you know...

Where were you then ?
Who else was there ?
Saying what ?

Poems & News: The light under the trees, the light from high hea...

Poems & News: The light under the trees, the light from high hea...: I have seen from my "bobble"  the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountaintops...

The light under the trees, the light from high heaven. The green arbor --- light --- that flashes in the leaf and falls like fresh white sand... A grasshopper lifts its sawing sound over the clearness... The world is a full glass of water...

I have seen from
my "bobble" 
the fiesta of sunset
in the distant
mountaintops...

Poems & News: The sun has set... (Song)

Poems & News: The sun has set... (Song): The sun has set, and trees, like statues, meditate. The wheat has all been cut. What sadness in the quiet  waterwheels ! A country ...

Poems & News: Hora de estrellas...

Poems & News: Hora de estrellas...: El silencio redondo de la noche sobre el pentagrama del infinito. Yo me salgo desnudo a la calle, maduro de versos perdidos. Lo neg...

Poems & News: The Road...

Poems & News: The Road...: The Road... Your lance will never wound the horizon. The mountain is a shield that guards it. Do not dream of the blood of the m...

Poems & News: Madrugada...

Poems & News: Madrugada...: Pero como el amor los saetros estan ciegos. Sobre la noche verde, las saetas dejan rastros de lirio caliente. La quilla de la l...

Poems & News: Deiligst av alle gleder er gleden for slett ingen ...

Poems & News: Deiligst av alle gleder er gleden for slett ingen ...: A thing of beauty is a joy forever... Nå er snart hvert fortau tørt. Hør, det rasler i ditt skjørt ! Mine strenger, brus mot sky ! ...

Poems & News: It was late. I opened the door and the stars were ...

Poems & News: It was late. I opened the door and the stars were ...: The intense aroma of firewood slipped  from the house like a hand. As if the tree still lived, still breathed, the aroma was vi...

It was late. I opened the door and the stars were shining in the cold. And the sea was galloping in the night.

The intense
aroma
of firewood slipped 
from
the house like a hand.

As if the tree still
lived,
still breathed,
the aroma was visible.

Visible
as a ...

Visible 
as a broken branch.

I walked
around
in the house
enveloped
by the fragrant
dark.

Outside,
the sky's
sharp points
sparkled
like magnetic stones,
and the door of firewood
touched 
my heart
like fingers,
like jasmine,
like certain memories.

When I opened the door
in the night.
With all that I have seen in the world,
in my house at night,
memories entered me like wave's,
cut loose from time.

Poems & News: In the light of autumn and the open road, the boy ...

Poems & News: In the light of autumn and the open road, the boy ...: The auto-mobiles scan the freezing camber, no face showing from behind wind-shields, their eyes of iron, their cars set again ev...

In the light of autumn and the open road, the boy holds up in his hands not a blossom nor a lantern but beg for help... But, will or can we? Will this little boy destroy our welfare?

The auto-mobiles scan
the freezing camber,
no face showing
from behind
wind-shields,
their eyes
of iron,
their cars
set again everything,
their gear-teeth quick
as flash of lighting,
skidding
towards the sea and the cities.

While an autumn-boy
with begging,
standoffish
as a thistle,
hard as a flint,
raises
there a hand
to the shudder-sighs
of the cars.
Nobody
slows down.

What happens
with our
society ?
Can we or shall we
HELP?
What is the answers ?
Do we know the
answered ?

Poems & News: In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud and you...

Poems & News: In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud and you...: The lamp of my soul dyes your feet, My sour wine is sweeter on your lips, oh reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe y...

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud and your form and colour are the way I love them.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
My sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be 
mine !

Poems & News: If each thing has its corresponding god, why shoul...

Poems & News: If each thing has its corresponding god, why shoul...: Poor children... Nothing of nothing remains, We're nothing. In the sun and air we put off briefly What we see, What we feel, ...

Poems & News: Inside your body, your age is growing...

Poems & News: Inside your body, your age is growing...: Inside my body, my age places foot after wandering foot. Time is unwavering, it never rings its bell for time out, it increases, it...

Inside your body, your age is growing...

Inside my body,
my age places foot after wandering foot.
Time is unwavering,
it never rings its bell for time out,
it increases,
it journeys,
it shows up within us
like water that deepens
within our own watching,
until next to the chestnut burning
that is your eyes
a slender grass blade arrives,
and the trace of a tiny river,
and a small dry star
ascends to your lips.

Then time raises 
its threads in you hair,
and still in my heart
your fragrance of honeysuckle
lives like a fire.

It is beautiful,
how,
as we live,
we grow old in the living.
Each day
was a transparent stone,
each night for us was a rose of blackness,
and this crease that has come to your face,
to mine,
is its stone or flower,
the souvenir and memory of a bolt of
lightning...
My eyes were consumed
by your loveliness,
but you have become my eyes.

I exhausted your twin breasts
under my kisses it seems,
but all have viewed in my joy
their secret splendour.
Love,
it doesn't matter if time
(that same time that lifted
my body and your softness
as if they were two rising flames
or two stalks of wheat growing side by side)
tomorrow keeps them aloft and living
or mills them away...

The same invisible fingers
erasing the very existence that kept us apart
will give us our victory,
of being a single being under the earth.

Let me tell you what's happening with me...
You will ask:
But where are the lilacs?
There is always hope...
Let's our walk our own way to happiness.

Poems & News: Book, when I close you life itself opens.

Poems & News: Book, when I close you life itself opens.: I hear broken screams in the harbour. The copper slugs cross the sandy areas, descending to nowhere. It is night. Between the isla...

Book, when I close you life itself opens.

I hear broken screams in the
harbour.
The copper slugs cross
the sandy areas,
descending to nowhere.
It is night.
Between the islands our
ocean palpitates with fish.
It touches the feet,
the thighs,
the chalky ribs of my homeland.
Night touches the shoreline
and rises while singing at
daybreak like a
guitar awaking.

Poems & News: You will know that I do and do not love you just a...

Poems & News: You will know that I do and do not love you just a...: My love has two lifetimes to love you, That's how I can love you when I don't, and still love you when I do...

You will know that I do and do not love you just as life is of two minds, a word is one wing of silence, and fire is half made of ice.

My love has two lifetimes to love you,
That's how I can love you when I don't,
and still love you when I do...

Poems & News: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

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

Poems & News: A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead...

Poems & News: A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead...: Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms... Of hairs, or straw, or dirt, or grubs, or worms; The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare...

Poems & News: Qui n`a pas vecu dans les annees voisines de 1950/...

Poems & News: Qui n`a pas vecu dans les annees voisines de 1950/...: He who has not lived during the years around 1950/60 can not know what is meant by the pleasure of life... We how has been and had our B...

Poems & News: Was ist dein Ziel in der Philosophie ? - Der Flieg...

Poems & News: Was ist dein Ziel in der Philosophie ? - Der Flieg...: What is your aim in Philosophy ? To show the fly the way out of the fly - bottle. It is a good rule in life never to  apologize. The r...

Poems & News: On Man, on Nature, and one Human Life...

Poems & News: On Man, on Nature, and one Human Life...: All the coast`s in the foam of tumbling tide, and rustling pines at the waterside rise, At twilight the sea is longer blue, But multihue...

Poems & News: We`ve got to have - We plot to have - For it`s so ...

Poems & News: We`ve got to have - We plot to have - For it`s so ...: Nun danket alle Gott: Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things heat done, In whom his world rejo...

Poems & News: En mann ringte til skranken i SAS og spurte: Hvor ...

Poems & News: En mann ringte til skranken i SAS og spurte: Hvor ...: Han Halvan "Gjedda" overkjørt igjen! (Fort gjort sa den sympatiske fotgjengeren) "Gjedda" og kompisene på tur til ...

Poems & News: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system

Poems & News: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system: Helt alene, kun meg selv, Jeg er glad alikevel! Shakespeare sa: False to my nature? Rather say I play ... The man I am. Ha en god ...

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: Den halte springer når han er nødt...

Poems & News: Den halte springer når han er nødt...: I hjertet planlegger mannen sin ferd Men Herrer styrer hans gang eller... All that I think and feel, and so to wake The world; ...

Poems & News: I love you, I love you, is my song and here my sil...

Poems & News: I love you, I love you, is my song and here my sil...:       I love you, I love you my lung. I love you, I love you my wild grapevine, and if love is like vine: you are my predilection...

Poems & News: From my journey...

Poems & News: From my journey...: From my journey I circle back--- why ? Why didn't I return, the street, countries, continents, islands I once owned and called ...

From my journey...

From my journey I circle back---
why ?
Why didn't I return,
the street, countries, continents, islands
I once owned and called home ?
Why,
instead,
did this borderland choose me;
and what does this haven offer
but a wind that whips at my face
and flowers blackened and beaten down
by the long winter ?
Oh, they accuse me,
saying:
He is so lazy,
Master of Rust,
who cannot bear to leave
his hard haven---
he just slowed, then stopped
until his eyes turned to stone
and the ivy veiled his gaze.

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: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

Poems & News: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...: Under the wheels of luxury... And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles   between us; and I reckons myself with the tra...

Poems & News: I wanted death in life doing some counting, and do...

Poems & News: I wanted death in life doing some counting, and do...: I wasted life in death doing some counting, and if I show a loss or a surplus, I don't know, and neither does the land. No, no...

I wanted death in life doing some counting, and does it add up ? - I don't remember. No, no...

I wasted life in death
doing some counting,
and if I show a loss
or a surplus,
I don't know,
and neither does the land.
No, no...

Poems & News: I wasted the war in peace doing some counting, not...

Poems & News: I wasted the war in peace doing some counting, not...: I wasted the rain on the land doing some counting, not roads, not songs, no... I wasted the land in shadow doing some counting, ...

I wasted the war in peace doing some counting, not the dead, not flowers, no...

I wasted the rain on the land
doing some counting,
not roads,
not songs,
no...

I wasted the land in shadow
doing some counting,
not hair,
not wrinkles,
not lost things,
no, no...

Poems & News: Toda la tierra me pase la sombra sacando cuentas, ...

Poems & News: Toda la tierra me pase la sombra sacando cuentas, ...: I wasted my life in the light, doing some counting, not books, not dogs, not numbers, no...

Toda la tierra me pase la sombra sacando cuentas, pero no de cabellos, no de arrugas, no de cosas perdidas, no...

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

Poems & News: Do you not see that the apple tree flowers only to...

Poems & News: Do you not see that the apple tree flowers only to...: Does a word sometimes slither like a serpent ? Didn't a name like an orange creep into your heart ? If sweet water flows in all...

Do you not see that the apple tree flowers only to die in the apple ?

Does a word sometimes
slither like a serpent ?

Didn't a name like an orange
creep into your heart ?

If sweet water flows in all the rivers,
from where does the ocean take its salt ?

How do the seasons know
that they should change their costumes ?

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 unreckoned world, ever sees the God he knows. Only what is born upon the wind,  upon t...

Poems & News: How old is November anyway ?

Poems & News: How old is November anyway ?: How long do others speak if we have already spoken ?

How old is November anyway ?

How long do others speak
if we have already spoken ?

Poems & News: Is the sun the same as yesterday's or is this fire...

Poems & News: Is the sun the same as yesterday's or is this fire...: Where are all those names sweet as cakes of yesteryear ?

Is the sun the same as yesterday's or is this fire different from that fire ?

Where are all those names
sweet as cakes of yesteryear ?

Poems & News: Winter arrives. Shining dictation the wet leaves g...

Poems & News: Winter arrives. Shining dictation the wet leaves g...: I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and to winter.

Winter arrives. Shining dictation the wet leaves give me, dressed in silence and yellow...

I am a book of snow,
a spacious hand,
an open meadow,
a circle that waits,
I belong to the earth
and to winter.

Poems & News: Whoever would like to sum up the principal feature...

Poems & News: Whoever would like to sum up the principal feature...: There are some days when each person I meet, and even more the daily, obligatory social contact, acquire a symbolic aspect, and whether ...

Poems & News: The broken bell...

Poems & News: The broken bell...: This broken bell still wants to sing: the colour of woods, this bell, colour of water in stone pools in the forest, colour of day i...

Poems & News: Look: I can see them, staring at me, as I gaze bac...

Poems & News: Look: I can see them, staring at me, as I gaze bac...: Can you hear me ? Of course--- I'm only a doll, Walk past me, Yet stopping to glance, Play with my hair, Conceited whispers, ...

Poems & News: Time flies, runs away; The City is waving And me, ...

Poems & News: Time flies, runs away; The City is waving And me, ...: Today is today. Tomorrow has arrived prepared through much darkness: still we don't know if this newly inaugurated world is brigh...

Poems & News: Play ---

Poems & News: Play ---: Know you what it is to be a child? It is to belive in love. To belive in belif. It is to turn pumpkins into coaches, And mice into horse...

Poems & News: This is the hour of fallen leaves, their dust scat...

Poems & News: This is the hour of fallen leaves, their dust scat...: I ask permission to be like everybody else, like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else: I beg you with all my...

This is the hour of fallen leaves, their dust scattered over the earth, when they return to the depths of being and not being and abandon the gold and the greenery, until they are roots again, and again, torn down and being born, they rise up to know the spring.

I ask permission to be like everybody else,
like the rest of the world
and what's more,
like anybody else:
I beg you with all my heart,
if we are talking about me,
since we are talking about me,
please resist blasting the trumpet
during my visit and resign yourselves
to my quiet absence...

Poems & News: I love you, I love you, is my song and here my sil...

Poems & News: I love you, I love you, is my song and here my sil...:       I love you, I love you my lung. I love you, I love you my wild grapevine, and if love is like vine: you are my predilection...

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

Poems & News: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced: Rivers Manny rivers run Down to many seas All my cares are one: On what river of these Could my heart have peach? Two banks to each ri...

Poems & News: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

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

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: Yes I am I, I myself, just what I turned out to be...

Poems & News: Yes I am I, I myself, just what I turned out to be...: What I was, what I wasn't---that's all me. What I wanted, what I didn't,     all of that gets to be me, What I loved, wha...

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: Credo ut intellegam... In the heart you planned yo...

Poems & News: Credo ut intellegam... In the heart you planned yo...: The blizzard whirled the world. Again it snowed in crazy pellets. Or in fuzzy flakes. Fresh paths for light to reach the windows low. M...

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: 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: Time that wasn't lost --- El tiempo que no se perd...

Poems & News: Time that wasn't lost --- El tiempo que no se perd...: One doesn't count illusions nor bitter realizations, no measure exists to count what couldn't happen for us, what circled li...

Time that wasn't lost --- El tiempo que no se perdio...

One doesn't count illusions
nor bitter realizations,
no measure exists to count
what couldn't happen for us,
what circled like a bumblebee,
without our not noticing
what we were losing.

To lose until we lose our life
is to live our life and our death,
and nothing that passes on exists
that doesn't give constant proof
of the continuous emptiness of all,
the silence into which everything falls
and, finally, we fall.

O !
What came to close
that we were never able to know.
O !
What was never able to be
that maybe could have been.
So many wings flew around
the mountain of sorrow
and so many wheels beat
the highway of our destiny,
we had nothing left to lose.

And our weeping ended...

Poems & News: Morning with air...

Poems & News: Morning with air...: Prisoner of the outdoors, a man rolls by at mid-morning like a cry-stalling globe. What can he understand or know if he's caugh...

Morning with air...

Prisoner of the outdoors,
a man rolls by at mid-morning
like a cry-stalling globe.
What can he understand or know
if he's caught like a fish
between space and silence,
if innocent bushes
hide flies of evil from him?