Poems & News: Yo la encontré por mi destino, de pie a mitad de l...

Poems & News: Yo la encontré por mi destino, de pie a mitad de l...: I climbed the mountain and searched where flowers whiten among the rocks, half sleeping, half waking. When I came down with my bur...

Yo la encontré por mi destino, de pie a mitad de la pradera, gobernadora del que pase, del que la hable y que la vea. --- I met her, not by chance, standing in the middle of the meadow, governing all who passed, all who addressed her.

I climbed the mountain
and searched where flowers whiten
among the rocks,
half sleeping,
half waking.

When I came down with my burden
I found her in the middle of the meadow.
Like a crazy one,
I covered her
with a deluge of lilies.

Poems & News: You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God ...

Poems & News: You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God ...: My play of give and take with clouds and with the winds and what I knew, trembling, of secret springs.

You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God over the universe... Amaras la belleza, que es la sombra de Dios sobre el Universo.

My play of give and take
with clouds and with the winds
and what I knew,
trembling,
of secret springs.

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: 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: Life is a fire, that progress is an irruption, tha...

Poems & News: Life is a fire, that progress is an irruption, tha...: The girls of the light who revolve around the sun sparkle and laugh like changeable stones, they travel on the harmonious cloud. T...

Poems & News: Life is a fire, that progress is an irruption, tha...

Poems & News: Life is a fire, that progress is an irruption, tha...: The girls of the light who revolve around the sun sparkle and laugh like changeable stones, they travel on the harmonious cloud. T...

Life is a fire, that progress is an irruption, that the future is wherever your bullet strikes...

The girls of the light
who revolve around the sun
sparkle
and laugh
like changeable stones,
they travel on the harmonious cloud.
The girls of the light;
with albion tresses
and flushed faces,
they swim in the sparkling granite.
From a red cloud
their flight secures
a landing
where colorful notes
die in the remote storm-clouds.
The girls of the light
who revolve around the sun
sparkle
and smile.

Poems & News: Stille ! Fossesus ! Mossefossen i fantastisk brus....

Poems & News: Stille ! Fossesus ! Mossefossen i fantastisk brus....: I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automation, would...

Poems & News: Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist...

Poems & News: Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist...: Die Welt des Glucklichen ist eine andres als die des Unglucklichen... Was sich uberhaupt sagen lasset. lasst sich klar sagen; und w...

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: Tales of freedom: New man and new woman spoke in t...

Poems & News: Tales of freedom: New man and new woman spoke in t...: 'Now let's start again, 'said New Man. 'And again' 'Go back to the earth' 'To simple beginnings.' &#...

Poems & News: Du gror, når våren gjennom gresset suser...

Poems & News: Du gror, når våren gjennom gresset suser...: Din duft er deilig. Og din fargede glød beruser... Inntil du visner hen blant lyse Sommerminner.

Du gror, når våren gjennom gresset suser...

Din duft er deilig.
Og din fargede glød beruser...
Inntil du visner hen blant lyse
Sommerminner. 

Poems & News: Springtime: I've lost my sleep. All day, all night...

Poems & News: Springtime: I've lost my sleep. All day, all night...: And shaking their self up,     walks through a thicket And frowns--- The world around is still too white. They must be waiting eage...

Springtime: I've lost my sleep. All day, all night I languish, which indicates that in my native parts Woodcocks and Lark are busy mating in their forest, The bear and lynx, awakening and move, has pulled their lair apart.

And shaking their self up,
    walks through a thicket
And frowns---
The world around is still too white.
They must be waiting eager for my visit,
Their fangs and claws bared, ready for a fight.

Let's walk together by a forest path
To living water,
To the fairy spring...
Afraid of animals ?
Afraid of the unknown ?
Afraid of the light ?
Afraid of this day ?
You've coped with me,
    dear heart,
What bear then to its knees can you not bring ?

We'll pitch our tent where fairy-tales begin
And breathe the wholesome air that heals and laves,
And listen to those yarns that hunters spin,
Yarns that can stir the dead up from their graves.
Our knapsacks beg to be strapped on our backs.
Dawn peeps into our cottage, pure and white.

Far beyond Europe
The bird-cherry's in bloom.
I've lost my sleep,
I languish day and night.

Poems & News: Y cuando se fundo la luz esto sucedió en :...

Poems & News: Y cuando se fundo la luz esto sucedió en :...: Da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i : ...

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: Every day I will think of you... Longing to see yo...

Poems & News: Every day I will think of you... Longing to see yo...: No one,     in the vast and virgin jungle Of this unreckoned world,     ever sees the God he knows. Only what is borne upon the wind...

Every day I will think of you... Longing to see you again, longing to show that my love is true... Although I love you in vain.--- Hver dag jeg vil tenke på deg ... Lengter etter å se deg igjen, lengter etter å vise at min kjærlighet er sant ... Selv om jeg elsker deg forgjeves.

No one,
    in the vast and virgin jungle
Of this unreckoned world,
    ever sees the God he knows.
Only what is borne upon the wind,
    upon the wind is heard.
All we ponder, our loves, our gods,
    pass on, because we do.

Poems & News: Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så usse...

Poems & News: Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så usse...: On elbows propped Europa lies Outstretched and staring. Sheltered in romantic hair Greek eyes look at the refugees. Left elbow back...

Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så ussel at han ingenting kan...

On elbows propped Europa lies
Outstretched and staring.
Sheltered in romantic hair
Greek eyes look at the refugees.

Left elbow backward cast,
The right, an open angle.
One tells where Balkan rests,
The other where EU-Union
Distantly supports the hand that holds the...

Refugees... What to do ?
Are they human or just no.?

Sphinxish the fatal stars,
Westerly the future of the past,

The face that stares in Europa.
What is passing.
Who finds enough's enough
Let enoughness be enough !

Poems & News: I observe that all art is no more than a religious...

Poems & News: I observe that all art is no more than a religious...: Something won't let me Work with a will. Something is lacking; Some stir, some thrill. I can't sit by day, I don't sle...

Poems & News: Could I say what I think, could I express my every...

Poems & News: Could I say what I think, could I express my every...: And so again: THE STORY OF SALOMON WASTE. This is all the story of Salomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste He fussed and...

Poems & News: I observe that all art is no more than a religious...

Poems & News: I observe that all art is no more than a religious...: Something won't let me Work with a will. Something is lacking; Some stir, some thrill. I can't sit by day, I don't sle...

I observe that all art is no more than a religious rite... so to feign is to know oneself.

Something won't let me
Work with a will.
Something is lacking;
Some stir, some thrill.

I can't sit by day,
I don't sleep at night;
Something important
I've got to decide.

To quarrel with someone?
With someone to part ?
To stay at the North Pole
A year, for a start ?

Just living like this
Won't do any good.
Perhaps, fall in love ?
If only I could !

Poems & News: Could I say what I think, could I express my every...

Poems & News: Could I say what I think, could I express my every...: And so again: THE STORY OF SALOMON WASTE. This is all the story of Salomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste He fussed and...

Could I say what I think, could I express my every hidden and too-silent thought. And bring my feelings, in perfection wrought. To one unforced point of living stress.

And so again:

THE STORY OF SALOMON WASTE.

This is all the story of Salomon Waste.
Always hurrying yet never in haste
He fussed and worked and toiled all frothing
And at the end of all did nothing.
This is all the story of Salomon Waste.

He lived in wishing and in striving,
And nothing came of all his living;
He worked and toiled in pain and sweat,
And nothing came out of all that.
This is all the story of Salomon Waste.

And things begun and never ended,
And much undone and much intended,
And all things wrong yet never mended;
This is all the story of Salomon Waste.

Each day new projects did betray;
Yet each day was liked every day.
He was born and died and between these
He worried himself himself to these
He bustled, worried, moved and cried
But in his life no more's descried
Than two clear fact; he lived and died.
This is all the story of
Salomon Waste...

Poems & News: So, we'll go no more a-roving so late into the nig...

Poems & News: So, we'll go no more a-roving so late into the nig...: I traced a circle on the ground, It was a mystic figure strange Wherein I thought there would abound Mute symbols adequate of chang...

So, we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night; Though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as bright...

I traced a circle on the ground,
It was a mystic figure strange
Wherein I thought there would abound
Mute symbols adequate of change,
And complex formulas of Law,
Which is the jaws of Change's maw.

My simplest thoughts in vain had stemmed
The current of this madness free,
But that my thinking is condemned
To symbol and analogy;
I deemed a circle might condense
With calm all mystery's violence.

And so in cabalistic mood
A circle traced I curious there;
Imperfect the made circle stood
Though formed with minutest care.
From magic's failure deeply I
A lesson took to make me sigh.

So
Could I say what I think,
Could I express my every hidden
And too-silent thought,
And bring my feeling,
In perfection wrought,
To one unforced point of living stress...

Poems & News: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...

Poems & News: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...: Sometimes I have wanted to throw you off like a heavy coat. Sometimes I have said you would not let me breathe or move. But now ...

Poems & News: I've no ambitions or desires. My being a human isn...

Poems & News: I've no ambitions or desires. My being a human isn...: I believe in the World as in a daisy Because I see it. But I don't think about it Because thinking is not understanding... The W...

Poems & News: This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly a...

Poems & News: This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly a...: I try saying what I feel Without thinking about what I feel. I try fitting words to the idea Without going down a corridor Of thoug...

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: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...: There's not a Shakespeare sonnet Or a Beethoven quartet That's easier to like than you Or harder to forget. You think that ...

Poems & News: ---You--- shall love beauty, which is the shadow o...

Poems & News: ---You--- shall love beauty, which is the shadow o...: Beauty shall not be an opiate that puts you to sleep but a strong wine that fires you to action, for if you fail to be a true  man o...

Poems & News: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...

Poems & News: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...: Sometimes I have wanted to throw you off like a heavy coat. Sometimes I have said you would not let me breathe or move. But now ...

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...: There's not a Shakespeare sonnet Or a Beethoven quartet That's easier to like than you Or harder to forget. You think that ...

Poems & News: Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så usse...

Poems & News: Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så usse...: One God is born. Others die. Truth  Did not come or go. Error changed. Eternity is different now. What happened was better always....

Poems & News: This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly a...

Poems & News: This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly a...: I try saying what I feel Without thinking about what I feel. I try fitting words to the idea Without going down a corridor Of thoug...

Poems & News: Yes, I'm I, I myself, just what I turned out to be...

Poems & News: Yes, I'm 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, ...

Poems & News: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....

Poems & News: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....: 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, upo...

I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv...

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 
    the wind is heard.
All we ponder, our loves, our gods,
    Pass on, because we do.

Poems & News: Yes, I'm I, I myself, just what I turned out to be...

Poems & News: Yes, I'm 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, ...

Yes, I'm I, I myself, just what I turned out to be after all, a sort of accessory or leftover. The foggy suburbs of my sincere emotion, It's me here inside of me, it's me...

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,
what I stopped loving - it's all
become the same sad yearning in me.

I'm me,
and what the hell can I do about it !...

Poems & News: This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly a...

Poems & News: This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly a...: I try saying what I feel Without thinking about what I feel. I try fitting words to the idea Without going down a corridor Of thoug...

This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly and not without seeing that it's early in the morning, and the sun, though still not showing its head over the wall of the horizon.

I try saying what I feel
Without thinking about what I feel.
I try fitting words to the idea
Without going down a corridor
Of thought to find words.

I don't always succeed in feeling what
I know I should feel.

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

Poems & News: To think a flower is to see it and smell it and to...: So... I'm a keeper of sheep. The sheep's has bout  2 and four legs. The sheep are my thoughts And my thoughts are all sensa...

To think a flower is to see it and smell it and to eat a fruit is to taste its meaning.

So...
I'm a keeper of sheep.
The sheep's has bout 
2 and four legs.
The sheep are my thoughts
And my thoughts are all sensations.
I think with my eyes and ears
And with my hands and feet
And with my nose and mouth.

Poems & News: I've no ambitions or desires. My being a human isn...

Poems & News: I've no ambitions or desires. My being a human isn...: I believe in the World as in a daisy Because I see it. But I don't think about it Because thinking is not understanding... The W...

I've no ambitions or desires. My being a human isn't an ambition. It's my way of being alone.

I believe in the World as in a daisy
Because I see it. But I don't think about it
Because thinking is not understanding...
The World was not made for us to think about
But for us to look at and be in tune with...
I think !

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

Poems & News: Noe så uklok skal du aldri gjøre som å trette med ...: Det er ikke alt godt som er gammelt og ikke alt nytt som er nyttig.

Noe så uklok skal du aldri gjøre som å trette med en tosk...

Det er ikke alt godt som
er gammelt og ikke alt
nytt som er nyttig.

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: Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så usse...

Poems & News: Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så usse...: One God is born. Others die. Truth  Did not come or go. Error changed. Eternity is different now. What happened was better always....

Poems & News: 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: En mi pecho se agita sonámbula una sierpe de besos...

Poems & News: En mi pecho se agita sonámbula una sierpe de besos...: The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. L...

Poems & News: Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så usse...

Poems & News: Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så usse...: One God is born. Others die. Truth  Did not come or go. Error changed. Eternity is different now. What happened was better always....

Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så ussel at han ingenting kan...So good is no-one that he is without fault, or so vile that he nothing can ...

One God is born.
Others die.
Truth 
Did not come or go.
Error changed.
Eternity is different now.
What happened was better always.

Blind Science ploughs the useless sod.
Fool Faith lives the dream of its observance.
A new God is but a word.
Search not, nor believe. 
All is hidden.

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...: There's not a Shakespeare sonnet Or a Beethoven quartet That's easier to like than you Or harder to forget. You think that ...

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: The road to heaven is toll free... (You do not ha...

Poems & News: The road to heaven is toll free... (You do not ha...: Tanker Vi stiger inn for å rydde, går fra forbauselse til forbauselse. Så det er her - vi skuer og gjenkjenner Opphavet, som trådte f...

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: I slottsparken; Under en spasertur i Slottsparken ...

Poems & News: I slottsparken; Under en spasertur i Slottsparken ...: Ho "Hawai Kitty" på tur til "Tigerstaden" Sammen med ho "Hansine i Porten" Begge Hadde vært i "Rosekje...

Poems & News: But I`m not so think as you drunk I am...

Poems & News: But I`m not so think as you drunk I am...: If you want truth to go round the world you must hire an express flight to bring it; But if you want a lie to go round the world, it wil...

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...: There's not a Shakespeare sonnet Or a Beethoven quartet That's easier to like than you Or harder to forget. You think that ...

La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis labios. La canción, que nunca dire... The song I'll never speak, on the tip of my tongue fell asleep. The song I'll never speak...

There's not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
That's easier to like than you
Or harder to forget.

You think that sounds
    extravagant ?
I haven't finished yet ---
I like you more than I would like
To have a cigarette...

Poems & News: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...

Poems & News: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...: Sometimes I have wanted to throw you off like a heavy coat. Sometimes I have said you would not let me breathe or move. But now ...

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: Et hjerte uten takknemlighet er som et lys uten ve...

Poems & News: Et hjerte uten takknemlighet er som et lys uten ve...: There is no way to peace. Peace is the way... Candy Is dandy But liquor Is quicker And one thing for sure Winter is coming...

Poems & News: Edward the Confessor - Slept under the dresser. W...

Poems & News: Edward the Confessor - Slept under the dresser. W...: To think of god is to disobey God Because God wanted us not to know him, And therefore did not show himself to us... Let's be calm ...

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: Life is like a very short visit to a toy shop betw...

Poems & News: Life is like a very short visit to a toy shop betw...: Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm to others In this close hand of Love, now soft a...

Poems & News: Kunsten er epleblomstene på kunnskapens tre.

Poems & News: Kunsten er epleblomstene på kunnskapens tre.: Hva galt har havet gjort ? Det har jo bare speilet vinden... Hva som bor i hjertet, vet bare en sjøl, i sinnet sitt er en ensom; Det er d...

Poems & News: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze,wh...

Poems & News: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze,
wh...: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze, where the perfect eye of the nesting blackbird watched, where one fern was always green. ...

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: Where is the smile, or the communicating paint, or...

Poems & News: Where is the smile, or the communicating paint, or...: Today is today and yesterday passed - that much is certain. Today is also tomorrow, and I left with some cold year that passed, tha...

Poems & News: I'm a Runaway...

Poems & News: I'm a Runaway...: I'm a runaway. When I was born They shut me up Inside myself. Ah. but I ran away. If people get sick Of living in the same o...

Poems & News: En mi pecho se agita sonámbula una sierpe de besos...

Poems & News: En mi pecho se agita sonámbula una sierpe de besos...: The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. L...

En mi pecho se agita sonámbula una sierpe de besos antiguos...- In my breast a snake that won't sleep but quakes with old kisses...

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the
fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly 
spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Poems & News: ---You--- shall love beauty, which is the shadow o...

Poems & News: ---You--- shall love beauty, which is the shadow o...: Beauty shall not be an opiate that puts you to sleep but a strong wine that fires you to action, for if you fail to be a true  man o...

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: 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: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...

Poems & News: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...: Sometimes I have wanted to throw you off like a heavy coat. Sometimes I have said you would not let me breathe or move. But now ...

Poems & News: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...

Poems & News: ;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he vis...: Sometimes I have wanted to throw you off like a heavy coat. Sometimes I have said you would not let me breathe or move. But now ...

;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he visto... Was it you? Your breast so blazing with light I lost sight of you... Var det deg? Dine bryst blender meg så jeg mister synet av deg...

Sometimes I have wanted
to throw you off
like a heavy coat.

Sometimes I have said
you would not let me
breathe or move.

But now that I'm free
to choose light clothes
or none at all

I feel the cold
and all the time I think
how warm it used to be.
Now I'm free, but life
is to hard on a Sunday
to wake up.

Poems & News: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...

Poems & News: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...: Some quick to arm, some for adventure, some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure, some for love of slaughter, in          i...

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: A husband is what is left of a lover, after the ne...

Poems & News: A husband is what is left of a lover, after the ne...: It is not all that bad, is it ? Please have a nice day.

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: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze,wh...

Poems & News: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze,
wh...: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze, where the perfect eye of the nesting blackbird watched, where one fern was always green. ...

Poems & News: Every year, the Queen of Seasons, spring arrives i...

Poems & News: Every year, the Queen of Seasons, spring arrives i...: Thunderstorms, with wild elation, Quicken juices, speed up growth. On this first day of creation Sunlight floods the pregnant earth....

Every year, the Queen of Seasons, spring arrives in pomp and state. Yet this Spring there's special reason to rejoice and celebrate.

Thunderstorms, with wild elation,
Quicken juices, speed up growth.
On this first day of creation
Sunlight floods the pregnant earth.

Forest issue fragrance heady,
Grasses' smell is spicy sweet,
Lakes and fjords that sparkle in the 
    meadow with spring waters are
    replete.

Overnight the tree buds sprouted
As glad news the village reached;
Spring is coming the Winter is
    over.
Greet the Day of Victory !
for Spring.

Full of song and jubilation,
Sowers went into the fields.
Flowers is coming,
Earth's womb open up for
Us !

Poems & News: Det er ikke alt godt som er gammelt og ikke alt ny...

Poems & News: Det er ikke alt godt som er gammelt og ikke alt ny...: In the yellow tower  a bell tolls. Over the yellow  wind the bell-notes flower. In the yellow tower the bell stops. En l...

Det er ikke alt godt som er gammelt og ikke alt nytt som er nyttig. - It's not all the best that is old and not all new that is useful.

In the yellow
tower 
a bell tolls.

Over the yellow 
wind
the bell-notes flower.

In the yellow
tower
the bell stops.

En la torre
amarilla
dobla una campana.

Sobre el viento
amarillo
se abren las campanadas.

En la torre
amarilla
cesa la campana.

Poems & News: En skal ikke skildre dype følelser i høye toner.--...

Poems & News: En skal ikke skildre dype følelser i høye toner.--...: Den som aldri lever nå lever aldri... Hva gjør du ? Anyone who never live now never lives ... What are you doing ?

En skal ikke skildre dype følelser i høye toner.--- One should not describe deep emotions in high tones.

Den som aldri lever
nå
lever aldri...

Hva gjør du ?


Anyone who never live
now
never lives ...

What are you doing ?

Poems & News: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....

Poems & News: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....: Så god er ingen at han er uten feil, eller så ussel at han ingenting kan...

I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv...

Så god er ingen
at han er uten feil,
eller så ussel at han
ingenting kan...