Poems & News: desember 2015

torsdag 31. desember 2015

Poems & News: I want to be the beat of living things, the fever ...

Poems & News: I want to be the beat of living things, the fever ...: For me to salute you, To salute you as you should be saluted, I need to make my verses into a steed, Make my verses into a train, M...

Poems & News: I want to be the beat of living things, the fever ...

I want to be the beat of living things, the fever of saps, the rhythm of waves and the... Gap in Being that allows Being to be ...! No boundaries anywhere ! No divisions in anything ! Just Me.

For me to salute you,
To salute you as you should be saluted,
I need to make my verses into a steed,
Make my verses into a train,
Make my verses into an arrow,
Make my verses the things of the world.

To sing of you,
To salute you.
To all my friends and readers

A Happy new year to your all.

onsdag 30. desember 2015

Poems & News: You'll become only who you always were. What the g...

Poems & News: You'll become only who you always were. What the g...: 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 n...

Poems & News: Life is one long process of getting tiered...

Poems & News: Life is one long process of getting tiered...: I'd give anything if only my life were an donkey Squeaking down the road, early one morning And later resuming to where it started, T...

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: 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: Seasonal Greetings to all my Readers.

Poems & News: Seasonal Greetings to all my Readers.: Dreamed pleasure is pleasure, albeit in a dream. What we suppose of ourselves we become, If with a focused mind We persist...

Poems & News: Prøvelse

Poems & News: Prøvelse: Jeg ønsker at tankene må styres av deg Men ikke av tiden I stille og ensome stunder med deg Kan du bringe sjelen til ro Hvor søt er d...

Poems & News: Det ligger ofte et stort tre i et lite frø... Ther...

Poems & News: Det ligger ofte et stort tre i et lite frø... Ther...: Eight multiply eight and then seven times seven plus two I believe What is it? Do not lie ! We multiply three ! If there is more? ...

Poems & News: Between modernity and Tradition ! Memory and imag...

Poems & News: Between modernity and Tradition ! Memory and imag...: Lightning a source... In the night`s inner ? Why was everything so bright ? Was it a star beyond the dark ? That crackled through the e...

Poems & News: Så stille en natt! Der er gåter, langt større enn ...

Poems & News: Så stille en natt! Der er gåter, langt større enn ...: En lever og lærer en masse, en blir filosof og poet og ender i øverste klasse tror en... Og vet at en ingenting vet. Penger: Er ...

Poems & News: De største eplene er ikke alltid de beste... The ...

Poems & News: De største eplene er ikke alltid de beste... The ...: Nå våkner alle små piker og kaster den dumme muffen og kaster de dumme hanskene og låser dem ned i skuffen. Og alle de hvite små fingre...

Poems & News: You can see them from the rallings on the mount, t...

Poems & News: You can see them from the rallings on the mount, t...: Gateway to everything ! Bridge to everything ! Road to everything ! Your omnivorous soul... Your soul that's bird, fish, bea...

You can see them from the rallings on the mount, the mount, the mount, horses and shadows of horses carrying sunflower seed...

Gateway to everything !
Bridge to everything !
Road to everything !

Your omnivorous soul...

Your soul that's bird,
fish,
beast,
man,
woman,
Your soul that two where there are two,
Your soul that one that's two where two are one.
Your soul that's arrow,
lightning, space, embrace, nexus, sex,
Libertad !
Democracy !
The twentieth century up ahead !
BOOM !

You, what you were,
what you saw,
what you heard,
Subject and object,
active and passive,
Here and there, everywhere you...

Poems & News: Den som sår penger, høster armod!

Poems & News: Den som sår penger, høster armod!: Den som ingen penger har, slipper å bære pung... Men ugla pratet i vei og han brukte lengre og lengre ord, helt til han til slutt var t...

tirsdag 29. desember 2015

Poems & News: Its shadow, like a panther, stalks my lyrical shad...

Poems & News: Its shadow, like a panther, stalks my lyrical shad...: Fruits are given by trees that live, Not by the wishful mind, which adorns itself with ashen flowers from the abyss within....

Poems & News: All I ask the gods to grant me is that I ask them ...

Poems & News: All I ask the gods to grant me is that I ask them ...: You're alone. No one knows it. Hush and feign. But feign without feigning. Hope for nothing that's not already you. Each m...

All I ask the gods to grant me is that I ask them for nothing. Good luck is a yoke and to be happy oppresses, for it's an emotional state. I want to rais my not easy nor uneasy, purly calm being above the plane where men rejoice or grieve...

You're alone.
No one knows it.
Hush and feign.
But feign without feigning.
Hope for nothing that's not already you.
Each man in himself is everything.
You have sun if there's sun,
trees if you seek them,
fortune if fortune is yours.

mandag 28. desember 2015

Poems & News: Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in ...

Poems & News: Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in ...: Never ask of money spent W'here the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent...

Poems & News: No one loves anyone else, he loves what he finds o...

Poems & News: No one loves anyone else, he loves what he finds o...: To be great, be whole: Don't exaggerate or leave out any part of you. Be complete in each thing. Put all you are into the least...

Poems & News: Fame is a food that old men eat,--- I have no stom...

Poems & News: Fame is a food that old men eat,--- I have no stom...: Pollution... Of the stomach. The ladies of St.James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white it stays for ever, Thei...

Poems & News: Por que volví a la indiferencia del océano desmedi...

Poems & News: Por que volví a la indiferencia del océano desmedi...: Memory, hither come and tune your merry notes; And, while upon the wind your music floats. I'll pore upon the stream where sigh...

Poems & News: My Shadow glides in silence over the watercourse.....

Poems & News: My Shadow glides in silence over the watercourse.....: On account of my shadow the frogs are deprived of stars. The shadow sends my body reflections of quiet things. My shadow moves...

My Shadow glides in silence over the watercourse...

On account of my shadow
the frogs are deprived of stars.

The shadow sends my body
reflections of quiet things.

My shadow moves like a huge
violet-coloured Glacier.

A hundred crickets are trying
to gild the glow of the reeds.

A glow arises in my breast,
the one mirrored in the water.

So
A red in voice and gesture
again and again
quivers forlorn
in yesterday's breeze.

Poems & News: En skal ikke gape større enn munnen tåler!

Poems & News: En skal ikke gape større enn munnen tåler!: There was a land, which I suppose, Where everyone had a crooked nose; And the crooked nose that everyone had In no manner did make hi...

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: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, But, Don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I...

Poems & News: Por que volví a la indiferencia del océano desmedi...

søndag 27. desember 2015

Poems & News: Yesterday, tomorrow, black and green, you haunt my...

Poems & News: Yesterday, tomorrow, black and green, you haunt my...: Since we do nothing in this confused world that lasts or that, lasting, is of any worth, and even what's useful for us we love ...

Yesterday, tomorrow, black and green, you haunt my laurel wreath ! --- Ayer, manana, negro y verde, rondas mi cerco de laureles...

Since we do nothing in this confused world
that lasts or that, lasting, is of any worth,
and even what's useful for us we love
So soon, with our own lives.
Let us prefer the pleasure of the moment
to an absurd concern with the future,
whose only certainty is the harm we suffer now
To pay for its prosperity.
Tomorrow doesn't exist.
This moment alone is mine, and I am only who
exists in this instant, which might be the last
Of the self I pretend to be.

Poems & News: En el blanco infinito. ;que pura y larga herida de...

Poems & News: En el blanco infinito. ;que pura y larga herida de...: The fleeting track made by the vanished foot in the soft grass, the echo that hollowly rolls, the shadow that grows black...

En el blanco infinito. ;que pura y larga herida dejo su fantasia ! --- In the infinity of white what a clean, long gash his fantasy left !

The fleeting track made by
the vanished foot in the soft
grass, the echo that hollowly rolls,
the shadow that grows blacker,
the whiteness a ship leaves in its
wake---

So too the soul,
no greater or better,
quits souls;

What passed leaves what's passing.
Memory forgets.
Once dead, we keep dying.
My friend,
we exist for ourselves...

lørdag 26. desember 2015

Poems & News: En el blanco infinito, nieve, nardo y salina, perd...

Poems & News: En el blanco infinito, nieve, nardo y salina, perd...: How many enjoy the enjoyment of enjoying Without enjoying their enjoyment, and divide it Between themselves and others Takin...

En el blanco infinito, nieve, nardo y salina, perdió su fantasia. --- In the infinity of white, snow, spikenard, and salt flat, his fantasy went astray.

How many enjoy the enjoyment of enjoying
Without enjoying their enjoyment, and divide it
Between themselves and others
Taking note of their enjoyment.

Ah, my friend,
Forego the trappings of enjoyment,
For we have but one enjoyment;
We cannot give it to others as a prize
For noticing that we enjoy.
Each of us is only our self, and to enjoy.
With others is to enjoy them them, not enjoy for them.
Learn what your body,
Your boundary, teaches you.

Poems & News: La luna cuenta los perros. Se equivoca y empieza d...

Poems & News: La luna cuenta los perros. Se equivoca y empieza d...: Dreamed pleasure is pleasure, albeit in a dream. What we suppose of ourselves we become, If with a focused mind We pers...

La luna cuenta los perros. Se equivoca y empieza de nuevo. --- The moon is counting dogs. She slips and starts over.

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: Its shadow, like a panther, stalks my lyrical shad...

Poems & News: Its shadow, like a panther, stalks my lyrical shad...: Fruits are given by trees that live, Not by the wishful mind, which adorns itself with ashen flowers from the abyss within....

Its shadow, like a panther, stalks my lyrical shadow...

Fruits are given by trees that live,
Not by the wishful mind,
which adorns itself with ashen
flowers from the abyss within.

How many kingdoms in minds and in things
Your imagination has carved !
That many
You've lost, pre-dethroned,
Without ever having them.

Against great opposition you cannot
Create more than doomed intentions !
Abdicate and be
King of yourself...

torsdag 24. desember 2015

Poems & News: Seasonal Greetings to all my Readers.

Poems & News: Seasonal Greetings to all my Readers.: Dreamed pleasure is pleasure, albeit in a dream. What we suppose of ourselves we become, If with a focused mind We persist...

Poems & News: Seasonal Greetings to all my Readers.

Poems & News: Seasonal Greetings to all my Readers.: Dreamed pleasure is pleasure, albeit in a dream. What we suppose of ourselves we become, If with a focused mind We persist...

Seasonal Greetings to all my Readers.

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.

onsdag 23. desember 2015

Poems & News: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be af...

Poems & News: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be af...: 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: 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: 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: You'll become only who you always were. What the g...

Poems & News: You'll become only who you always were. What the g...: 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 n...

tirsdag 22. desember 2015

Poems & News: You'll become only who you always were. What the g...

Poems & News: You'll become only who you always were. What the g...: 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 n...

Poems & News: You'll become only who you always were. What the g...

Poems & News: You'll become only who you always were. What the g...: 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 n...

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: I love the roses of Adonis's gardens. Yes, My Frie...

Poems & News: I love the roses of Adonis's gardens. Yes, My Frie...: Time passes and tells us nothing We grow old. let us know how, with a certain mischief, To feel ourselves go. Taking action...

I love the roses of Adonis's gardens. Yes, My Friend, I love those winged roses, which one day are born and on that day die. Light for them is eternal, since they are born after sunrise and end before Apollo quits his visible journey. Let us also make our lives one day, Consciously forgetting there's night, My Friend, befor and after the little we endure.

Time passes
and tells us nothing
We grow old.
let us know how,
with a certain mischief,
To feel ourselves go.

Taking action
Serves no purpose,
No one can resist
The atrocious god
Who always devours
His own children.

Let us pick flowers.
Let us lightly
Wet our hands
In the calm rivers,
So as to learn
Some of their calmness.

Sunflowers forever
Beholding the sun,
We will serenely
Depart from life,
Without even the regret
Of having lived.

mandag 21. desember 2015

Poems & News: Wound of love, source to sustain my life with bloo...

Poems & News: Wound of love, source to sustain my life with bloo...: Ah, so sweet a sound inside my head ! I shall lie down beside the simple flower on which you soulless beauty soars. Then the meander...

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: "Født med et solkompass i hjertet grov du deg fram...

Poems & News: "Født med et solkompass i hjertet grov du deg fram...: Beyond the bend in the road There may be a well, or a bomb, and there may be a castle, and there may be just more road. I don&...

"Født med et solkompass i hjertet grov du deg fram gjennom fuktig mørke. En muldvarp-gang som møysommelig stiger mot dagen. Og munner ut - plutselig - under en himmel som ikke er av denne verden."

Beyond the bend in the road
There may be a well,
or a bomb,
and there may be a castle,
and there may be just more road.

I don't know and I don't ask.

As long as I'm on the road that's
before the bend
I look only at the road before the
bend,
Because the road before the bend
is all I can see.
It would do me no good to look
anywhere else or at what I can't see.

So let's pay attention only to where
we are.
There's enough beauty in being here
and not somewhere else.
If there are people beyond the bend
in the road,
Let them worry about what's
beyond the bend in the road.
That, for them,
is the road.

If we're to arrive there,
when we arrive we'll know.
For now we know only that we're
not there.

Here there's just the road before the bend,
and before the bend there's the road for hope,
without any bend.

søndag 20. desember 2015

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

Poems & News: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be af...: 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: Through the night of doubt and sorrow onward goes ...

Poems & News: Through the night of doubt and sorrow onward goes ...: The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is found in the effect was already in the cause... The vital spirit! And...

Poems & News: If you open that Pandora's Box, you never know wha...

Poems & News: If you open that Pandora's Box, you never know wha...: I have a pine like a terrible cold. And everyone knows how terrible colds, Change the whole structure of the universe, Making us sore of...

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: As the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to s...

Poems & News: As the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to s...: The arce of cry travels from hill to hill. From the berry trees a black rainbow over the blue night. Oh ! Like the bow of a vi...

As the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things.

The arce of cry
travels from hill
to hill.

From the berry trees
a black rainbow
over the blue night.

Oh !

Like the bow of a viola
the cry has set the wind's
long strings to vibrating.

Oh !

( The people of the house
bring out their lamps.)

Oh !

Where are you going,
with a headless rhythm ?
What moon will gather up
your sorrow of...

Oh !

Earth of light,
sky of earth.

Poems & News: Wound of love, source to sustain my life with bloo...

Wound of love, source to sustain my life with blood always new and light unblemished. Cleft in which the tongue less Philomel will find her nest, her grove, her grief replenished.

Ah, so sweet a sound inside my head !
I shall lie down beside the simple flower
on which you soulless beauty soars.

Then the meandering water will turn yellow
as my blood keeps flowing through the marshy,
moist and fragrant growth along the shores.

lørdag 19. desember 2015

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

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

Poems & News: Hurry, Preciosa, hurry or the wind will get you ! ...

Poems & News: Hurry, Preciosa, hurry or the wind will get you ! ...: Preciosa throws away her "tambourine" and runs. The wind giant pursues her with a hot sword. The sea contracts its sou...

Hurry, Preciosa, hurry or the wind will get you ! - Run, Preciosa, Run ! - The wind and bomb's is close behind, satyr of love stars with his shiny tongues. Or the man with the Kalasnikof...

Preciosa throws away
her "tambourine" and runs.

The wind giant pursues her
with a hot sword.

The sea contracts its sound.
The olive trees turn pale.
Flutes of shadow sing
and the booms falling down...

Poems & News: Downstream the river sings its veil of leaves and ...

Poems & News: Downstream the river sings its veil of leaves and ...: You can see them from the railings on the mount, the mount, the mount, horses and shadows of horses carrying sunflower...

Downstream the river sings its veil of leaves and sky, and the light crowns itself in pumpkin flowers. Oh pain, pain of the poor, clean pain, always alone, pain from a hidden spring and from a distant dawn...

You can see them from the railings
on the mount,
the mount,
the mount,
horses and shadows of horses
carrying sunflower seed.

Their eyes in the shady places,
cloud over with huge night.
The salty dawn is rustling
in river bends of breeze.

A sky of white horse's
closes its quicksilver eyes,
making the calm penumbra
a resting place for hearts.
And the water turns cold
so no one will touch it.
Wild,
uncovered water
on the mount,
the mount,
the mount...

torsdag 17. desember 2015

Poems & News: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be af...

Poems & News: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned to be af...: 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: 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 at ...

Poems & News: Et godt menneske er bedre enn alt annet godt... De...

Poems & News: Et godt menneske er bedre enn alt annet godt... De...: Den som aldri lever nu Lever aldri... Hva gjør du ? Og ingen kjenner, Hvor smerten stikker. Den arme jækel foruten venner, O' som...

Poems & News: Life for Life Eye for Eye Tooth for Tooth Hand fo...

Poems & News: Life for Life Eye for Eye Tooth for Tooth Hand fo...: Think...

Poems & News: The age demanded an image - Of its accelerated gri...

Poems & News: The age demanded an image - Of its accelerated gri...: The tea-rose tea-gown, ... Supplants the mousseline of Cos, The pianola "replaces" Sappho's barbitos. Christ follows Di...

Poems & News: Mind, mind alone, bear witness, earth and heaven !...

Poems & News: Mind, mind alone, bear witness, earth and heaven !...: Bloooody ? I do not believe in ... God is working his purpose out as year succeeds to year; God is working his purpose out and time ...

onsdag 16. desember 2015

Poems & News: What a fine day !

Poems & News: What a fine day !: When I am sad and weary, When I think all hope has gone, When I walk along High Street I think of you with nothing on... Have a nice...

Poems & News: La oss spørre oss frem i stedet for å svare oss bo...

Poems & News: La oss spørre oss frem i stedet for å svare oss bo...: Angst For hva? For åpen sjø? Hold fast omkring meg, Med dine runde armer, Hold fast, imens ditt hjerte Ennå har blod og varme... ...

Poems & News: Dagen i dag er som vinden fort kommer den og fort ...

Poems & News: Dagen i dag er som vinden fort kommer den og fort ...: Vennskap: Å dyrke vennskap, er en prioritet som er viktig. En verden uten venner er en verden uten mening, som en veiløs bygd. Venn...

Poems & News: Slå rot som et tre og la din ånd være som fuglen s...

Poems & News: Slå rot som et tre og la din ånd være som fuglen s...: Was there a summer ? I had loved her for a year or more... Had loved her with such delighted certainty That I wrote her letters and p...

Poems & News: A morning song that can shiver quit backwaters of ...

Poems & News: A morning song that can shiver quit backwaters of ...: A luminous and tranquil song full of thought, virgin to sadness and anguish, virgin to reverie. A song skinned of lyric, filli...

Poems & News: Hvem vet ! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor...

Poems & News: Hvem vet ! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor...: She dips her bill in the rim of the sea. Her beak is the ellipse of a world much smaller than the far section of the sea's circumfer...

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...

tirsdag 15. desember 2015

Poems & News: The afternoon says: "I'm thirsty for shadow!" And ...

Poems & News: The afternoon says: "I'm thirsty for shadow!" And ...: There was a land, which I suppose, where everyone had a crooked nose; and the crooked nose that everyone had in no mann...

Poems & News: Life is something to do when you can't get to slee...

Poems & News: Life is something to do when you can't get to slee...: You want to travel out and flash a little sunshine in the world, my little one ? Well, I want to wave goodbye and you wave back again? ...

Poems & News: A morning song that can shiver quit backwaters of ...

Poems & News: A morning song that can shiver quit backwaters of ...: A luminous and tranquil song full of thought, virgin to sadness and anguish, virgin to reverie. A song skinned of lyric, filli...

mandag 14. desember 2015

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

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

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

Poems & News: A morning song that can shiver quit backwaters of ...

Poems & News: A morning song that can shiver quit backwaters of ...: A luminous and tranquil song full of thought, virgin to sadness and anguish, virgin to reverie. A song skinned of lyric, filli...

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Poems & News: A morning song that can shiver quit backwaters of ...

Poems & News: A morning song that can shiver quit backwaters of ...: A luminous and tranquil song full of thought, virgin to sadness and anguish, virgin to reverie. A song skinned of lyric, filli...

A morning song that can shiver quit backwaters of the future and fill their waves and silt with hope.

A luminous and tranquil song
full of thought,
virgin to sadness and anguish,
virgin to reverie.

A song skinned of lyric, filling
silence with laughter.
A song to go to the soul of things
and to the soul of winds,
resting at last in the bliss
of the eternal heart...

Poems & News: But I struck one cord of music, Like the sound of ...

Poems & News: But I struck one cord of music, Like the sound of ...: Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys...

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain...

Poems & News: Acrobat of Pain...: Chortle, laugh, in a laughter of storm like a clown who, lanky and nervous, laughs, in an absurd laughter, inflated with violent i...

Poems & News: Von Abendrot zum Morgenlicth Ward mancher Kops zum...

Poems & News: Von Abendrot zum Morgenlicth Ward mancher Kops zum...: Just a wee deoch-an-Bastø just a wee yin, that`s a`. just a wee deoch-an-Bastø, Before we gang awa`. There`s a wee wifie waitin`, In...

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: When lovely woman stoops to folly...

Poems & News: When lovely woman stoops to folly...: And find to late the man in Love What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cove...

Poems & News: Det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt...

Poems & News: Det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt...: I stripet badedrakt og ør av dødsforakt flyr den med hevet spyd midt i sin egen lyd. Et ondt og giftig stikk det korte øyeblikk av...

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: I'm thirsty for scents and for laughter. Thirsty f...

Poems & News: I'm thirsty for scents and for laughter. Thirsty f...: A morning song that can shiver quiet backwaters of the future and fill their waves and silt with hope...

The afternoon says: "I'm thirsty for shadow!" And the moon: "I want stars". The crystal fountain asks for lips, the wind, for sighs... / Dice la tarde: ";Tengo sed de sombra!" Dice la luna:"Yo, sed de luceros". La fuente cristalina pide labios y suspiros el viento...

There was a land,
which I suppose,
where everyone had
a crooked nose;

and the crooked nose
that everyone had
in no manner did make
him sad.

But in that land a man was
born whose nose more straight
and clean was worn;

And the men
of that land with a public hate
killed the man whose nose was
straight...

tirsdag 8. desember 2015

Poems & News: Far beyond Losboa - The bird-cherry's in bloom. I'...

Poems & News: Far beyond Losboa - The bird-cherry's in bloom. I'...: Only live, Nothing else-just be. Don't stress before Christmas- Do not break earthly ties, don't leave. Don't forge...

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