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

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

Poems & News: For vel kan skjebnen slå en man i kne. Men ydmykt ...

Poems & News: For vel kan skjebnen slå en man i kne. Men ydmykt ...: Goooood morning ! Thou cursed Cook, with thy perpetual Noyce. May'st thou be Capon made, and lose Voice, Or on a Dunghil may'st ...

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 you the earth... En ti la tierra.

Poems & News: In you the earth... En ti la tierra.: Little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I'll clasp y...

Poems & News: And I should raise in the east a glass of water wh...

Poems & News: And I should raise in the east a glass of water wh...: I do not know what age I am, I am no mortal age; I know nothing of women, Nothing of nothing, I cannot know nothing, Unless I walk...

Poems & News: What matters is to know how to see, - To know how ...

Poems & News: What matters is to know how to see, - To know how ...: To feel everything in every way, To live everything from all sides, To be the same thing in all ways     possible at the same time. ...

Poems & News: What matters is to know how to see, - To know how ...

Poems & News: What matters is to know how to see, - To know how ...: To feel everything in every way, To live everything from all sides, To be the same thing in all ways     possible at the same time. ...

What matters is to know how to see, - To know how to see without thinking, - To know how to see when seeing - And not think when seeing - Nor see when thinking...

To feel everything in every way,
To live everything from all sides,
To be the same thing in all ways
    possible at the same time.
To realize in oneself all humanity
    at all moments.
In one scattered, extravagant,
    complete and aloof moment...

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: Give peace in our time O, Lord...

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

Poems & News: Had we never lov'd sae kindly; Had we never lov'd ...

Poems & News: Had we never lov'd sae kindly; Had we never lov'd ...: No one loves anyone else; He loves what he finds of      himself in the other. Don't fret if others don't love you. They fe...

Had we never lov'd sae kindly; Had we never lov'd sae blindly ! --- Never met - or never parted, we had ne'er been broken hearted...

No one loves anyone else;
He loves what he finds of 
    himself in the other.
Don't fret if others don't love you.
They feel who you are,
    and you're a stranger.
Be who you are, even if never loved.
Secure in yourself,
You will suffer few sorrows...

I never stopped Loving
I just stopped showing it...

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: All the madness of the sweet days is lamented in t...

Poems & News: All the madness of the sweet days is lamented in t...: And there arrive the dark fighters, the flesh decked in faith and splendour, and pleasure with its whimsical distraction, but,  alas...

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

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

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

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

Poems & News: Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests...

Poems & News: Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests...: Autumn... The leaves are rustling,                   Crunching under our feet. Spring...    The leaves are coming,                 ...

Poems & News: Father, forgive me my injuries, as I forgive those...

Poems & News: Father, forgive me my injuries, as I forgive those...: Not you, Christ, Do I hate or reject. In you as in the other, Older gods I believe.     But for me you are not more     Or less th...

Father, forgive me my injuries, as I forgive those I have injured !

Not you, Christ,
Do I hate or reject.
In you as in the other,
Older gods I believe.
    But for me you are not more
    Or less than they, just younger.
I do hate and calmly abbor those who 
Want to place you above the other gods,
Your equals.
    I want you where you are, not higher
    Nor lower than they-just yourself.
A sad god, perhaps necessary since there was none
Like you, now yet another in the Pantheon
    And our faith, no higher or purer,
    Since for all things there were gods, except you.
Take care, exclusive idolater of Christ, for life
Is multiple, all days differ from all others,
    And only if we're multiple like them
    Will we be with the truth, and alone.

Poems & News: Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spr...

Poems & News: Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spr...: Since we do nothing in this     confused world that or that,     lasting,      is of any worth. And even what's useful for us  ...

Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky... All right, then. let's go.

Since we do nothing in this
    confused world that or that,
    lasting, 
    is of any worth.
And even what's useful for us 
    we lose so soon,
With our own lives,
Let us prefer the pleasure of the
    moment to an absurd concern
    with the future...

Poems & News: Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests...

Poems & News: Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests...: Autumn... The leaves are rustling,                   Crunching under our feet. Spring...    The leaves are coming,                 ...

Poems & News: Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests...

Poems & News: Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests...: Autumn... The leaves are rustling,                   Crunching under our feet. Spring...    The leaves are coming,                 ...

Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests... I'll dig with it.

Autumn... The leaves are rustling,
                  Crunching under our feet.
Spring...    The leaves are coming,
                   Nice for our eyes and soul.

Moving...   As if to circle the world -

People's...   Cries are sadder then birds'-
                   Tears in their eyes don't dry.

Poems & News: Eyes I dare not meet in dreams...

Poems & News: Eyes I dare not meet in dreams...: These do not appear; These, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And the voices are In the wind'...

Poems & News: Running water never disappointed---Crossing water ...

Poems & News: Running water never disappointed---Crossing water ...: A Clear Day The naked boughs of the birch-trees Are hoary, as if in froth. The grove's like a herd of reindeer Hudding in the f...

Running water never disappointed---Crossing water always furthered something---Stepping stones were stations of the soul...

A Clear Day

The naked boughs of the birch-trees
Are hoary, as if in froth.
The grove's like a herd of reindeer
Hudding in the frost.

The day to today is so splendid
That I've no words at all.
The shadows of aspen wood fences
On the snow like a ladder fall.

Decked in their garments of sunshine,
Dear little darling birds,
Gray sparrows appear like finches,
Finner that any words.

Poems & News: And I should raise in the east a glass of water wh...

Poems & News: And I should raise in the east a glass of water wh...: I do not know what age I am, I am no mortal age; I know nothing of women, Nothing of nothing, I cannot know nothing, Unless I walk...

Poems & News: To wander barefoot over the earth--- Is there a gr...

Poems & News: To wander barefoot over the earth--- Is there a gr...: I'm still eager to go To those parts full of wonder      and good Where I once used to grow, Where it's seven Verses up to ...

Poems & News: I was a good man "I think"... The tide of my affai...

Poems & News: I was a good man "I think"... The tide of my affai...: What is going on with me ? Sleep and calm from me both flee. Quite a trifle it may be, Yet upsets me dreadfully ! Darling, sailing...

Poems & News: To wander barefoot over the earth--- Is there a gr...

Poems & News: To wander barefoot over the earth--- Is there a gr...: I'm still eager to go To those parts full of wonder      and good Where I once used to grow, Where it's seven Verses up to ...

Poems & News: And I should raise in the east a glass of water wh...

Poems & News: And I should raise in the east a glass of water wh...: I do not know what age I am, I am no mortal age; I know nothing of women, Nothing of nothing, I cannot know nothing, Unless I walk...

Poems & News: I was a good man "I think"... The tide of my affai...

Poems & News: I was a good man "I think"... The tide of my affai...: What is going on with me ? Sleep and calm from me both flee. Quite a trifle it may be, Yet upsets me dreadfully ! Darling, sailing...

Poems & News: To wander barefoot over the earth--- Is there a gr...

Poems & News: To wander barefoot over the earth--- Is there a gr...: I'm still eager to go To those parts full of wonder      and good Where I once used to grow, Where it's seven Verses up to ...

To wander barefoot over the earth--- Is there a greater joy ?

I'm still eager to go
To those parts full of wonder 
    and good
Where I once used to grow,
Where it's seven
Verses up to heaven,
All the way through one big, 
    thick wood.

Where the inlets of lakes
are the home of the swan,
Where the white fields makes
People think of the steppes on 
    the Don.

Where the winds whirl all round
Piling snowdrifts waist-deep,
And the Pole's just beyond
A street in the North.

Life up here in the North
Isn't like in the South;
Honey and Wine doesn't quite flow
As in the tales, past our mouth.

Nothing's wrong with the sea -
fish in plenty,
But, mind---
No one's hauled in a Gold Fish-
They're too hard to find.

Not always are oranges
Served here for lunch,
And there's no magic coins
To buy them to munch.

To take off one's fur mittens
In the frost causes pain.
Deer and horses haul loads here
Snorting under the strain.

Nights are long, past endurance.
Summers, through, are light.
We store up enough light then
For the long winter night.

Poems & News: And I should raise in the east a glass of water wh...

Poems & News: And I should raise in the east a glass of water wh...: I do not know what age I am, I am no mortal age; I know nothing of women, Nothing of nothing, I cannot know nothing, Unless I walk...

And I should raise in the east a glass of water where any-angled light would congregate endlessly...

I do not know what age I am,
I am no mortal age;
I know nothing of women,
Nothing of nothing,
I cannot know nothing,
Unless I walk outside these 
    whiter horn hedges.
I know nothing...

Poems & News: I was a good man "I think"... The tide of my affai...

Poems & News: I was a good man "I think"... The tide of my affai...: What is going on with me ? Sleep and calm from me both flee. Quite a trifle it may be, Yet upsets me dreadfully ! Darling, sailing...

Poems & News: I happen to be tired of being a human. I happen to...

Poems & News: I happen to be tired of being a human. I happen to...: Put aside your mantles of mourning, join all your tears until you make them metal; for there we strike by day and night, there we ...

Poems & News: I was a good man "I think"... The tide of my affai...

Poems & News: I was a good man "I think"... The tide of my affai...: What is going on with me ? Sleep and calm from me both flee. Quite a trifle it may be, Yet upsets me dreadfully ! Darling, sailing...

I was a good man "I think"... The tide of my affairs was rising, the world was the bit in my horse's mouth.

What is going on with me ?
Sleep and calm from me both flee.
Quite a trifle it may be,
Yet upsets me dreadfully !

Darling, sailing north to sea,
Parting with me tenderly,
Left a fir-tree marked for me
with a notch for memory...

"If it's overgrown", he said,
"Never will I come back here;
Hurricanes won't spare my head !
Never will I see you, dear !"

So I pine, poor girl, once gay;
Up the cliffs I climb each day.
Such a trifle, I must say,
Yet each day I waste away.

Every morning without cease
I recut that notch again
Tell me, oceans, tell me, seas,
Seaways shining on the main !
Is he live and hale, and where
Does he roam ? 
Dispel my care !

Waves roll homeward over seas,
Homeward flies th nippy breeze,
Yet my darling can't be seen...

Must I cut our fir-tree clean
Through the stem, do tell me please ?

But I was a good man with my horse,
"I think"...

Poems & News: To see a World in a Grain of sand, and a Heaven in...

Poems & News: To see a World in a Grain of sand, and a Heaven in...: Running water never disappointed. Crossing water always furthered something. Stepping stones were stations of the soul...

To see a World in a Grain of sand, and a Heaven in a Wild Flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and Eternity in an hour...

Running water never disappointed.
Crossing water always furthered something.
Stepping stones were stations of the soul...

Poems & News: The intellect of man is forced to choose perfectio...

Poems & News: The intellect of man is forced to choose perfectio...: And I should raise in the east A glass of water or ? Where any - angled light Would congregate endlessly.

The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life or of the work and if it take the second must refused a heavenly mansion, ranging in the dark...

And I should raise in the east
A glass of water or ?
Where any - angled light
Would congregate endlessly.

Poems & News: Eyes I dare not meet in dreams...

Poems & News: Eyes I dare not meet in dreams...: These do not appear; These, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And the voices are In the wind'...

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams...

These do not appear;
These, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And the voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Poems & News: I happen to be tired of being a human. I happen to...

Poems & News: I happen to be tired of being a human. I happen to...: Put aside your mantles of mourning, join all your tears until you make them metal; for there we strike by day and night, there we ...

Poems & News: Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and mountain-s...

Poems & News: Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and mountain-s...: In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way,- I have to go to bed by day. I have to ...

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: Who is kissing her now ? It is not he. It is not s...

Poems & News: Who is kissing her now ? It is not he. It is not s...: You were freedom, a liberator in love. You handed over gifts and debts, an idol, challenging respect. The shadowy owl became frig...

Who is kissing her now ? It is not he. It is not she. They are not themselves. It is the wind bearing a flag...

You were freedom,
a liberator in love.

You handed over gifts and debts,
an idol, challenging respect.

The shadowy owl became frightened
when your rich hair grazed the darkness.

Why ?
Why didn't you return ?

I want my freedom --- from ?

Poems & News: When I let my hand climb, in each place I find a d...

Poems & News: When I let my hand climb, in each place I find a d...: Your knees,  your breasts, your waist, are missing in me, like in the hollow of a thirsting earth where they relinquished a form,...

When I let my hand climb, in each place I find a dove that was looking for me, as if my love, they had made you of clay for my very own potter's hands.

Your knees, 
your breasts,
your waist,
are missing in me,
like in the hollow of a
thirsting earth
where they relinquished a
form,
and together we are
complete like one singel river,
like one single grain of sand.

Poems & News: I happen to be tired of being a human. I happen to...

Poems & News: I happen to be tired of being a human. I happen to...: Put aside your mantles of mourning, join all your tears until you make them metal; for there we strike by day and night, there we ...

I happen to be tired of being a human. I happen to enter shops and spend all my...I happen to be tired of my feet and my nails and my hair and my shadow. I happen to be tired of being a human. That is why the beginning of the week burns like petroleum when it sees me coming with my prisión face, and it howls in its transit like a wounded wheel, and it takes hot-blooded steps toward the night.

Put aside
your mantles of mourning,
join all
your tears until you make them metal;
for there we strike by day and night,
there we kick by day and by night,
there we spit by day and by night
until the doors of hatred fall !

I do not forget your bombs,
I know how send them,
and if I am proud of their deaths,
I am also proud of their lives.

Are there hope ?

Poems & News: One single being, but there's no blood. One single...

Poems & News: One single being, but there's no blood. One single...: Here I cam to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through     weather and the sea, and the moon ...

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

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

Poems & News: The word

Poems & News: The word: The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth.

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...

Poems & News: The people and...

Poems & News: The people and...: That man I remember well, and at least two centuries have passed since I last saw him; He travelled neither on horseback     nor...

Poems & News: Ditt hjerte banker i mitt øre... Ditt blod strømme...

Poems & News: Ditt hjerte banker i mitt øre... Ditt blod strømme...: A fantastic day, A fantastic place, A fantastic country, Fantastic people... Let me have another summer... To all my friends: Pleas...

Poems & News: Ingenting får en mann til å forsøke å bevise at ha...

Poems & News: Ingenting får en mann til å forsøke å bevise at ha...: To you I appeal, O my soul ! When I was not yet born, poetry already existed. Poetry will remain when I`m no longer moving. It is in e...

Poems & News: Das Erbarmen Gottes mit der einzigen Not, die alle...

Poems & News: Das Erbarmen Gottes mit der einzigen Not, die alle...: There are no limits to God`s compassion with Paradises  over their one universally felt want: he immediately created other animals bes...

Poems & News: Equivocar el camino es llegar a la mujer, la mujer...

Poems & News: Equivocar el camino es llegar a la mujer, la mujer...: Translation of ? Perhaps: To take the wrong road is to arrive at woman, woman unafraid of light, woman killing two roosters a second,...

Poems & News: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...

Poems & News: Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og in...: Hva lykke er ? - Gå på Gamleveien i tynne sommerklær, prate med hunden, klø sine ferske myggstikk, jage løs-bikkjer,  irritere seg o...

Poems & News: To a Sparrow...

Poems & News: To a Sparrow...: Look, here's another bread-crumb for your piping, And a piece of apple as a sweetener. It gladdens me to hear your steady pecking; I...

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: Equivocar el camino es llegar a la mujer, la mujer...

Poems & News: Equivocar el camino es llegar a la mujer, la mujer...: Translation of ? Perhaps: To take the wrong road is to arrive at woman, woman unafraid of light, woman killing two roosters a second,...

Poems & News: I happen to be tired of being a man... Like Tarzan...

Poems & News: I happen to be tired of being a man... Like Tarzan...: I happen to enter tailor- shops and movie- houses withered, impenetrable, like a felt swan navigated in a water of sources and ashes. ...

I happen to be tired of being a man... Like Tarzan when he jumps down off a tree and shakes the world...

I happen to enter tailor- shops and movie- houses
withered, impenetrable, like a felt swan
navigated in a water of sources and ashes.

The smell of barbershops makes me wail.
I want only a respite of stones or wool,
I want only not to see establishments or gardens,
or merchandise, or eyeglasses, or elevators.

I happen to be tired of my feet and my nails
and my hair and my shadow.
I happen to be tired of being a man.

Nevertheless it would be delightful
to startle a notary with a cut lily
or slay a nun with a blow to the ear.
It would be lovely to go through the
streets with a sexy knife and shouting 
froze to death. 

I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,
I do not want for myself so many misfortunes.
I do like to be on a party...
I do not like the day after...

Poems & News: The word

Poems & News: The word: The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth.

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: 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: 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...

Poems & News: Nothing more I stood by truth to establish light a...

Poems & News: Nothing more I stood by truth to establish light a...: I the peace waned to be common like bread: so when the struggle came they wouldn't     find me missing. But here I am with what...

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: 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...

So long, visitor. Good day, My poem happened for you, for nobody, for everyone...

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 with each day in each wave.
But the day does not die---
    not ever.
It does not die.
And the wave ?
It does not die.

Takk.
Gracias.
Thank you...

Poems & News: The people and...

Poems & News: The people and...: That man I remember well, and at least two centuries have passed since I last saw him; He travelled neither on horseback     nor...

The people and...

That man I remember well,
and at least two centuries
have passed since I last saw him;

He travelled neither on horseback
    nor in a carriage,
always on foot
he undid
the distances,
carrying neither sword nor weapon
but nets on his shoulder,
ax or hammer or spade;
he never fought with another of his kind-
his struggle was with water or with earth,
with the wheat,
for it to become bread,
with the towering tree,
for it to yield wood,
with walls,
to open doors in them,
with sand,
to form it into walls,
and with the sea,
to make it bear fruit.

I know him...
And he goes on haunting me.

Poems & News: One single being, but there's no blood. One single...

Poems & News: One single being, but there's no blood. One single...: Here I cam to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through     weather and the sea, and the moon ...

One single being, but there's no blood. One single caress, death or rose. The sea comes and reunites our lives and alone attacks and divides and sings in night and day and man and creature. The essence: Don't belive in our politician's...

Here I cam to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through
    weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness
    would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open,
fire is born,
and everything is blue again like:
Politician's in the fog...

Poems & News: The word

Poems & News: The word: The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth.

Poems & News: For stone was the blood, for stone the weeping, th...

Poems & News: For stone was the blood, for stone the weeping, th...: Because in sweet and in fine the gods of stone were born and then the saint of rain grew, the lord of the struggles for the corn, ...

Poems & News: Nothing more I stood by truth to establish light a...

Poems & News: Nothing more I stood by truth to establish light a...: I the peace waned to be common like bread: so when the struggle came they wouldn't     find me missing. But here I am with what...

Poems & News: The word

Poems & News: The word: The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth.

The word

The word
was born in the blood,
grew in the dark body,
beating,
and took flight through
the lips and the mouth.

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: At last, to end, do not return to your sea-stone. ...

Poems & News: At last, to end, do not return to your sea-stone. ...: On our ship,  our earth, we receive the pollen and      fish of distant isle, listening, listening to the faraway whisper and    ...

At last, to end, do not return to your sea-stone. Ocean Lady, my soul, southern amber and grace.

On our ship, 
our earth,
we receive the pollen and 
    fish of distant isle,
listening, listening
to the faraway whisper and 
    barcarole,
the sunrise ritual of lost oars.

Ocean Lady,
I am just someone who hoped 
for you in the tower of an ethereal 
    lighthouse,
and this is the story where only one 
    tide surges...
your aquamarine breasts beneath
    night's radiance.

There are only two truths in this
    sonata:
your two dark eyes, open in the water.

Poems & News: Remember you carry the bird's heart in its cage: t...

Poems & News: Remember you carry the bird's heart in its cage: t...: Gather, gather for me, the sounds and jewels, until wrapped in air and fire, we voyage accompanied by the congress of pure harmonies...

Remember you carry the bird's heart in its cage: the debate of wings and song, so many violins, soaring and flashing.

Gather, gather for me,
the sounds and jewels,
until wrapped in air and fire,
we voyage accompanied by the
congress of pure harmonies to
morning's waterfall of shimmering
    ingots.
And may our love palpitate like a fish
    in the cold.

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: Call to me by a name so tender that with longing m...

Poems & News: Call to me by a name so tender that with longing m...: I surrender! My life isn't yet at its end. I surrender! My hand in joy I extend Towards the blossoms, Towards the light And A...

Poems & News: If I could take a bit of the whole earth and get a...

Poems & News: If I could take a bit of the whole earth and get a...: But I don't always want to be happy. One must be unhappy now and then just to be able to be natural... Not every day is fair...

Poems & News: For stone was the blood, for stone the weeping, th...

Poems & News: For stone was the blood, for stone the weeping, th...: Because in sweet and in fine the gods of stone were born and then the saint of rain grew, the lord of the struggles for the corn, ...

For stone was the blood, for stone the weeping, the prayer, the procession: stone was free will.

Because in sweet and in fine
the gods of stone were born
and then the saint of rain grew,
the lord of the struggles
for the corn,
for the earth,
for the freedom.

Does it help to throw ?
Does it help to fight ?
Does the negotiation around
    the table help for peace ?
Does word's help ?

So, in the rock grew
arms and mouths, feet and hands,
the stone became a monument:
it cut open the cold,
feelings for other humans,
add petals and feathers
and then time came and arrived,
left and returned,
returned and left,
until it deserted,
the kingdom without blod
    and without gods,
    and without power,
    and without prestige,
filled with pure censes.

Stone illuminated the world
with its natural status, let us stop
    fighting.
Let us have peace.

Poems & News: Among the stones of the coast, walking by the shor...

Poems & News: Among the stones of the coast, walking by the shor...: The oldest bull crossed the day. His legs scratched the planet. He continued, travelling to where the sea lives. He reached the shor...

Among the stones of the coast, walking by the shore of Cascáis father off sea and sea, moon and sea grass, the lonely expanse of the planet.

The oldest bull crossed the day.
His legs scratched the planet.
He continued, travelling to where the sea lives.
He reached the shore, the oldest bull.
On the edge of time, the ocean.
He closed his eyes and grass covered him.
He breathed the whole green distance.
And the silence built the rest...

Poems & News: I once had.... two wings ! Two thoughts ! --- I'm ...

Poems & News: I once had.... two wings ! Two thoughts ! --- I'm ...: Portrait.... The rare smile. The half-laugh more like a      smile and never really laughter. The sun so bright outside.... The s...

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

Poems & News: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced: No, it`s enough I`ve stood! It`s time, high time to take flight Into my northern wood, Back to its green delight! Simply to breath ---...

Poems & News: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

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

Poems & News: Barefoot over the earth!

Poems & News: Barefoot over the earth!: Shavings curl on the beach Which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up On Sintras hill In half-an-hour`s walk From the village My ...

Poems & News: If I could take a bit of the whole earth and get a...

Poems & News: If I could take a bit of the whole earth and get a...: But I don't always want to be happy. One must be unhappy now and then just to be able to be natural... Not every day is fair...

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: Nothing more I stood by truth to establish light a...

Poems & News: Nothing more I stood by truth to establish light a...: I the peace waned to be common like bread: so when the struggle came they wouldn't     find me missing. But here I am with what...

Poems & News: I dag så jeg to måner, en ny og en gammel. Jeg har...

Poems & News: I dag så jeg to måner, en ny og en gammel. Jeg har...: The oldest bull crossed the day. His legs scratched the planet. He continued, travelling to where the sea lives. He reached the shore...

I dag så jeg to måner, en ny og en gammel. Jeg har stor tru på nymånen. Men det er vel den gamle...

The oldest bull crossed the day.
His legs scratched the planet.
He continued, travelling to where the sea lives.
He reached the shore, the oldest bull.
On the edge of time, the ocean.
He closed his eyes and grass covered him.
He breathed the whole green distance.
And silence built the rest.