Poems & News: El grito...

Poems & News: El grito...: La elipse de un grito va de monte a monte. Desde  los olivos, sera un arco iris negro sobre la noche azul. ;Ay! Como un arco d...

Poems & News: Extraordinary... The big block - I found it years ...

Poems & News: Extraordinary... The big block - I found it years ...: Critical Age Fearsome, awesome... Too late to change !... You've come for me also, My critical age ! No weakling am I Yet I...

Poems & News: When the stars in the sky ignore the firmament and...

Poems & News: When the stars in the sky ignore the firmament and...: The clocks of the sea the artichokes, the blazing money boxes, the pockets of the sea full of hands, the lamps of water, the shoe...

When the stars in the sky ignore the firmament and go off to sleep by days, the stars of the water greet the sky buried in the sea inaugurating the duties of the new undersea heavens...

The clocks of the sea
the artichokes,
the blazing money boxes,
the pockets of the sea
full of hands,
the lamps of water,
the shoes and boots
of the ocean,
the mollusk,
the sea cucumbers,
the defiant crabs,
the deep sea's chestnuts,
the ocean's azure umbrellas,
the broken phone,
the waltz over the waves,
the seaquake gives all of this to me.

The waves returned to the Bible;
page by page the water closed;
all anger returned to the sea's center,
but between my eyes what remains
are the varied and useless treasures
that the sea left me,
the ocean's dismantled love and
shadowy rose.

Touch this harvest;
here my hands worked
the diminutive tombs of salt
destined for being and substances,
ferocious in their livid beauty
in their limestone stigmas,
fugitives,
because they will feed us
and other beings
with so much flowering
and devouring light.

Poems & News: I am grateful, violins, for this day of four chord...

Poems & News: I am grateful, violins, for this day of four chord...: Pardon: Pardon me, if when I want to tell the story of my life it's the land I talk about. This is the land. Of blue sky and t...

Poems & News: Today we frankly recognize that democracy can be n...

Poems & News: Today we frankly recognize that democracy can be n...: Fifteen apparitions have I seen; The worse a coat upon a coat-hanger, With bonds from the "Pigs" Counter yes... Is it hope ?...

Poems & News: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days ! co...

Poems & News: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days ! co...: I the roses love in the gardens of ... Cast your mind on other days That we in coming days may be... In dreams begins human... So let u...

Poems & News: My only solution for the problem of habitual accid...

Poems & News: My only solution for the problem of habitual accid...: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, If Hormuz closes, what than ? Their radiance dumbfounds and awes. No time has their water fo...

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: YUMBEL !

Poems & News: YUMBEL !: Yumbel ! Yumbel ! From where does your name come out into the sunshine ? Why does the light ring in your name ? Why, in the morning...

YUMBEL !

Yumbel ! Yumbel !
From where does your name
come out into the sunshine ?
Why does the light
ring in your name ?
Why, in the morning
does your name, like the rim
    of a wheel,
come sounding from the
    blacksmiths' shops ?
Do you know?

Poems & News: I am grateful, violins, for this day of four chord...

Poems & News: I am grateful, violins, for this day of four chord...: Pardon: Pardon me, if when I want to tell the story of my life it's the land I talk about. This is the land. Of blue sky and t...

I am grateful, violins, for this day of four chords. Pure is the sound of the sky, the blue voice of air...

Pardon:
Pardon me,
if when I want to
tell the story of my life
it's the land I talk about.
This is the land.
Of blue sky and thunder.
Its grows in your blood
and you grow.
If it dies in your blood
you die out.
On
the cold tower of the world.

Poems & News: It Rains over...

Poems & News: It Rains over...: It rains over the vineyards, over the roof the theme of the rain; the long Ls of rain fall slowly over the pages of my everlastin...

It Rains over...

It rains
over the vineyards,
over the roof
the theme
of the rain;
the long Ls of rain fall slowly
over the pages
of my everlasting love,
the vine,
this salt of every day;
rain,
return to your old neste,
return with your needles to the past;
today I long for the whitest space,
not a bottle of vine,
winter's whiteness for a branch
of green rosebush and golden roses;
something of infinite spring
that today was waiting, under a cloudless sky
and whiteness was waiting,
when the rain returned
to sadly drum
against the window,
then to dance with unmeasured fury
over my heart and over the roof,
reclaiming
its place,
asking me for a glass of wine
or
 to fill once more with needles,
with transparent time,
with tears,
when longing for spring.

Poems & News: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...

Poems & News: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...: Fager er kvinnen ? Det går over jord, lyder i alle land. Jeg så det så fint ? Gjorde jeg det?

Poems & News: The broken bell...

Poems & News: The broken bell...: This broken bell still wants to sing; the metal now is green, the color of woods, this bell, color of water in stone pools in the ...

The broken bell...

This broken bell
still wants to sing;
the metal now is green,
the color of woods,
this bell,
color of water in stone pools
in the forest,
color of day in the leaves.

The bronze cracked and green,
the bell with its mouth open to
the ground and sleeping
was entangled in bindweed,
and the hard golden color of the bronze
turned the color of a frog;
it was the hands of water,
the dampness of the coast,
dealt green to the metal
and tenderness to the bell.

This broken bell
miserable in the rude thicket
of my wild garden,
green bell,
wounded,
its scars immersed in the grass;
it calls to no one anymore,
no one gathers around its green 
goblet except one butterfly that flutters
over the fallen metal and flies off,
escaping on yellow wings.

This is the story of...

Poems & News: Es este el sol de ayer o es otro el fuego de su fu...

Poems & News: Es este el sol de ayer o es otro el fuego de su fu...: How do we thank the clouds for their fleeting abundance ? Como agradecer a las nubes esa abundancia fugitiva ? De donde viene ...

Es este el sol de ayer o es otro el fuego de su fuego ?--- Is the sun the same as yesterday's or is this fire different from that fire ?...

How do we thank the clouds
for their fleeting abundance ?

Como agradecer a las nubes
esa abundancia fugitiva ?

De donde viene el nubarrón
con sus sacos negros de llanto ?

From where does the thundercloud
come whit its black sacks of tears ?

I wonder...  

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: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...

Poems & News: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...: Fremgangsrik er den mann som tjener mer penger enn hans kone klarer å bruke. Fremgangsrik er den kvinne som klarer å finne en slik mann...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...

Poems & News: Let the gold of the finest stars fill and inflame ...: Let all ! Alive, nervous, hot, and strong. In the Dream's  fantastical whirlpool pass singing before Death's occult con...

Poems & News: This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my...

Poems & News: This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my...: Into the night of the heart your name drops slowly and moves in silence and falls and breaks and sprades its water. Something wi...

Poems & News: This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my...

Poems & News: This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my...: Into the night of the heart your name drops slowly and moves in silence and falls and breaks and sprades its water. Something wi...

This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my longing, and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank !

Into the night of the heart
your name drops slowly
and moves in silence and falls
and breaks and sprades its water.

Something wishes for its slight harm
and its infinite and short esteem,
like the step of a lost one
suddenly heard.

Suddenly, suddenly listen to
and spread in the heart
with sad insistence and increase
like a cold autumnal dream.

The thick wheel of the earth,
its tire moist with oblivion,
spins, cutting time
into inaccessible halves.

Its hard goblets cover your heart
spilt upon the cold earth
with its poor blue sparks
flying in the voice of the rain...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

Poems & News: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot! Langt bort...

Poems & News: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot! Langt bort...: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced... Convent of Peninha Denne verden er blott en ørken, og en pilgrim føler det titt...

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 do...

Poems & News: Who can watch this, who can read this, not me, I t...

Poems & News: Who can watch this, who can read this, not me, I t...: Boy server of old Falernian, Pour me out more pungent cups As toastmistress Postumia rules, who's drunker than the drunken grape. P...

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: 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...

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...

Poems & News: There is a silence where the town was old. Grass g...

Poems & News: There is a silence where the town was old. Grass g...: Life lived us, not we life. We. as bees sip, Looked, talked and had.  Trees grow as we did last. We loved the gods but as we see a ship....

Poems & News: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...

Poems & News: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...: Fager er kvinnen ? Det går over jord, lyder i alle land. Jeg så det så fint ? Gjorde jeg det?

Poems & News: Hvem gynger i natt på det voldsomme hav - Skipbrud...

Poems & News: Hvem gynger i natt på det voldsomme hav - Skipbrud...: O' Døve loser! blinde skippere ! Levende brødre ved mast og ror Jeg kaller på dere med vann i munn...

Poems & News: Ingenting nytt ! No news !

Poems & News: Ingenting nytt ! No news !: Credo ut intellegam ... Jeg tror for å kunne forstå... I believe in order to understand... Salig er den som grunner over visdommen ...

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 do...

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: 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: My name is Fun - your cronie dear, The nearest fri...

Poems & News: My name is Fun - your cronie dear, The nearest fri...: You, mistress of my soul, The measured time is run ! The wretch beneath the dreary pole So marks his lats sun. To what dark cave froz...

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: Song less your life now - Starless and fooled you ...

Poems & News: Song less your life now - Starless and fooled you ...: Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go ye...

Poems & News: I expect to pass through this world but once; any ...

Poems & News: I expect to pass through this world but once; any ...: The lamps are going out all over Europe; If do not take care of our fellow people even black or withe, even with different believes. We ...

Poems & News: Say, it`s only a paper moon, Sailing over a cardbo...

Poems & News: Say, it`s only a paper moon, Sailing over a cardbo...: Jeg så en kvinne ved en elv Et tre i blomst, et fjell med snø for hver ting jeg så Ga jeg en dråpe av mitt blod. Og hjerte ga meg ...

Poems & News: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...

Poems & News: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...: Look into my ocean, My name is Used-to-was; I am also called  Played-out  and Done-to-death, And it-will-wash-no-more... In an...

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: 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: 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: I think I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm g...

Poems & News: I think I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm g...: Human life begins on the far side of despair. My thought is me; that's why I can't stop. I exist by what I think... And I can&#...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...: No, no; for my virginity, When I lost that, says Rose, I'll die: Behind the elms last night, cried Dick, Rose, were you not extremely...

Poems & News: From my villa on the hill I long looked down upon ...

Poems & News: From my villa on the hill I long looked down upon ...: This covers me, that erst had the blue sky. This soil treads me, that once I trod. My hand put these inscriptions  here, half know...

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: Evil is everywhere on earth, and one of its forms ...

Poems & News: Evil is everywhere on earth, and one of its forms ...: Whether or not they exist, we're slaves to the gods... I doubt, Therefore I think...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...: No, no; for my virginity, When I lost that, says Rose, I'll die: Behind the elms last night, cried Dick, Rose, were you not extremely...

Poems & News: In dreams begins responsibility...

Poems & News: In dreams begins responsibility...: Think like a wise man but express yourself like the common people...

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: From my villa on the hill I long looked down upon ...

Poems & News: From my villa on the hill I long looked down upon ...: This covers me, that erst had the blue sky. This soil treads me, that once I trod. My hand put these inscriptions  here, half know...

Poems & News: Extraordinary... The big block - I found it years ...

Poems & News: Extraordinary... The big block - I found it years ...: Critical Age Fearsome, awesome... Too late to change !... You've come for me also, My critical age ! No weakling am I Yet I...

Poems & News: Extraordinary... The big block - I found it years ...

Poems & News: Extraordinary... The big block - I found it years ...: Critical Age Fearsome, awesome... Too late to change !... You've come for me also, My critical age ! No weakling am I Yet I...

Extraordinary... The big block - I found it years afterwards in a corner of my yard in sunlight after rain...

Critical Age

Fearsome, awesome...
Too late to change !...
You've come for me also,
My critical age !

No weakling am I
Yet I don't feel good.
Am I heading right ?
Do I live as I should ?

I've lost my sleep,
My appetite, too life.
I'm indebted to all,
But what can I do ?

Like a stump on a meadow
Or a shadow on snow,
Or a grey rock showing
When tides are low...

Whose heart have I softened,
To whom stretched a hand ?
Whose pain did i Soothe
Or at least understand ?

I'm indebted to all,
Yet what can I do ?
I could help a lot,
But I'm helpless too.

From grief I've escaped,
I've escaped from ill health,
I hope,
From very death,
But not from myself.

Is this me ?
I don't know...

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...

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: Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold i...

Poems & News: Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold i...: You know from the fields the secret of life; you keep the tale of the old fairy who could hear the grass be born.

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: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...

Poems & News: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...: 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: There are fallen angels in the way you look and gr...

Poems & News: There are fallen angels in the way you look and gr...: Life lived us, not we life. We, as bees sip, Looked, Talked and had. Trees grow as we did last. We loved the gods, But as we see a...

Poems & News: How long do others speak if we have already spoken...

Poems & News: How long do others speak if we have already spoken...: Well, I never went back, I no longer suffer from not going back, the sand willed it and as part wave and part channel, syllable of s...

Poems & News: From my villa on the hill I long looked down upon ...

Poems & News: From my villa on the hill I long looked down upon ...: This covers me, that erst had the blue sky. This soil treads me, that once I trod. My hand put these inscriptions  here, half know...

From my villa on the hill I long looked down upon the muttering town; Then one day drew (life sigh-sick, dull hope shed) my toga o'er my head. (T simplest gesture being the greatest thing) Like a raised wing...

This covers me,
that erst had the blue sky.

This soil treads me,
that once I trod.
My hand put these inscriptions 
here, half knowing why;

Last,
and hence seeing all,
of the passing hand...

Poems & News: Being myself only means being pinned down and no o...

Poems & News: Being myself only means being pinned down and no o...: Ah, how delightful Not to do one's duty, Having a book to read And not read at it ! Reading's a bore, Studying's worth...

Poems & News: There are fallen angels in the way you look and gr...

Poems & News: There are fallen angels in the way you look and gr...: Life lived us, not we life. We, as bees sip, Looked, Talked and had. Trees grow as we did last. We loved the gods, But as we see a...

There are fallen angels in the way you look and great bridges over silent streams in your smile. Your gestures are a lonly princess dreaming over a book at a window over a lake, on some distant isle.

Life lived us, not we life.
We, as bees sip,
Looked,
Talked and had.
Trees grow as we did last.
We loved the gods,
But as we see a ship.
Never aware of being aware,
We passed.
And dream...

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...: Could I breathe forth my soul, Could I confess... The inmost secret to my nature brought; I might be great, Yet none to me hath taug...

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...

Could I breathe forth my soul,
Could I confess...
The inmost secret to my nature brought;
I might be great,
Yet none to me hath taught a language
Well to figure my distress.

Yet day and night to me new whispers bring,
And day and night from me old whispers take...
Oh for a word, one phrase in which to fling.

All that I think and feel, and so to wake
The world; but I'm dumb and cannot sing,
Dumb as You clouds before the thunders break.

Poems & News: Om allverden sier nei--- er det en sol som gryr !

Poems & News: Om allverden sier nei--- er det en sol som gryr !: Confession - minded ! I`m in  mood for confessions, To talk myself out to the end, Maybe, pick up a bottle And pay a visit to friends...

Poems & News: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...

Poems & News: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...: My I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse  of the moment, or are the result of previous study ?... In such c...

Poems & News: I am an honest man... From where the snow and ice....

Poems & News: I am an honest man... From where the snow and ice....: I dream with open eyes Both night and day; I always dream. And on the spindrift Of the wide rough sea, And on the rolling D...

Poems & News: Being myself only means being pinned down and no o...

Poems & News: Being myself only means being pinned down and no o...: Ah, how delightful Not to do one's duty, Having a book to read And not read at it ! Reading's a bore, Studying's worth...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...: I'm a keeper of sheep. The sheep are my thoughts And my thoughts are all sensations. I think with my eyes and ears And with my h...

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

I'm a keeper of sheep.
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.
I know the truth and I'm happy.

Poems & News: When we arrived it was raining like crazy, we dres...

Poems & News: When we arrived it was raining like crazy, we dres...: The seed sprouts with no     announcement The man in the mask will fill     your table with joys That's not going to happen But...

When we arrived it was raining like crazy, we dressed the native in clothes what a shame ! --- If only it had been a sunny day, the natives would have undressed us....

The seed sprouts with no
    announcement
The man in the mask will fill
    your table with joys
That's not going to happen
But life is good anyhow.

Poems & News: Being myself only means being pinned down and no o...

Poems & News: Being myself only means being pinned down and no o...: Ah, how delightful Not to do one's duty, Having a book to read And not read at it ! Reading's a bore, Studying's worth...

Poems & News: Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold i...

Poems & News: Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold i...: You know from the fields the secret of life; you keep the tale of the old fairy who could hear the grass be born.

Poems & News: Being myself only means being pinned down and no o...

Poems & News: Being myself only means being pinned down and no o...: Ah, how delightful Not to do one's duty, Having a book to read And not read at it ! Reading's a bore, Studying's worth...

Being myself only means being pinned down and no one at all. I'll live on the run, and really live !

Ah, how delightful
Not to do one's duty,
Having a book to read
And not read at it !
Reading's a bore,
Studying's worthless.
The sun gilds things
Without literature

And more than all of this
Is Jesus Christ,
Who knew nothing of finances
Nor ever claimed he had a library....

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: Forgiveness ? I don't expect...

Poems & News: Forgiveness ? I don't expect...: Keep on breaking, Bones will mend, How far did I fall, The heart is a feeble thing, It gives and takes too much, But that's why...

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: ;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 ...

Poems & News: Livet

Poems & News: Livet: There is always a certain risk in being alive, and if you are more alive there is more risk...

Poems & News: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...

Poems & News: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...: 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: Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold i...

Poems & News: Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold i...: You know from the fields the secret of life; you keep the tale of the old fairy who could hear the grass be born.

Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it there in my hand, full of honey and wounds...

You know from the fields
the secret of life;
you keep the tale
of the old fairy
who could hear the
grass be born.

Poems & News: How much happens in a day? In the course of a day ...

Poems & News: How much happens in a day? In the course of a day ...: But, in one day, things spring to life - they sell potatoes in the street, tomatoes change their skin, the young girl you wanted nev...

Poems & News: Black boats, large mood, in my bag, nothing. Well ...

Poems & News: Black boats, large mood, in my bag, nothing. Well ...: Seven hearts are the hearts I have. But mine is not there among them. In the rough sea's mother, Where we sometimes ran into t...

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: How much happens in a day? In the course of a day ...

Poems & News: How much happens in a day? In the course of a day ...: But, in one day, things spring to life - they sell potatoes in the street, tomatoes change their skin, the young girl you wanted nev...

Poems & News: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...

Poems & News: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...: L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand. Enn så lenge får jeg klare meg me...

Poems & News: Hvis du detter ned og brekker begge beina, så bare...

Poems & News: Hvis du detter ned og brekker begge beina, så bare...: Sjelens hvile etter den fantastiske juletid. Å for en verden, å jeg kjenner meg øde og tom i sannhet som i en ørken vi er. Hvis aldri e...

Poems & News: Truth, like torch, the more it's shook it shines.....

Poems & News: Truth, like torch, the more it's shook it shines.....: When I was not yet born poetry and stars already existed. Poetry and astrology  will remain when I'm no longer ... It is in everyt...

Poems & News: Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad drea...

Poems & News: Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad drea...: 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 u...

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

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

Poems & News: On the road again! Or only fantasy...

Poems & News: On the road again! Or only fantasy...: With a heart of furious fantasies, Whereof I am commander; With a burning spear, And a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. Weste...

Poems & News: Gammel ? Nei

Poems & News: Gammel ? Nei: Livet forlot en litt etter litt Det samme som et gammelt kjerrehjul Som ikke er i bruk lenger Slik er livet ved en viss alder Dag i hø...

Poems & News: Joy

Poems & News: Joy: Best of all is all the joy The joy for actually nothing! Not for anything even you can or will Joy for nothing and joy for everything and...

Poems & News: Livet

Poems & News: Livet: There is always a certain risk in being alive, and if you are more alive there is more risk...

Poems & News: Dagens tanker !

Poems & News: Dagens tanker !: We pass and dream Earth smiles Viritue is rare. Age, duty, money, Gods weight on our conscious bliss Hope for the best and for the wors...

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: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced

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

Poems & News: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

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

Poems & News: En kan dra hvor en vil, men en kan ikke dra fra se...

Poems & News: En kan dra hvor en vil, men en kan ikke dra fra se...: Grip sjansen ! En boks sild i dill og en boks makrell i tomat, Selges rimelig da boksenøklekene er bortkommet. Kun personlig fremmøte...

Poems & News: I think it better that at times like these: We let...

Poems & News: I think it better that at times like these: We let...: I`m a runaway when I was born They shut me up Inside myself. Ah, but I ran away. In my boat. If people get sick Of living in The sa...

Poems & News: The world is the Verb, and the Verb is God. But......

Poems & News: The world is the Verb, and the Verb is God. But......: I can sympathize with people`s pains, but not with their pleasures. There is something curiously boring  about somebody else`s happiness...

Poems & News: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...

Poems & News: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...: My I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse  of the moment, or are the result of previous study ?... In such c...

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: Silence;... Listen, my child, to the silence. an u...

Poems & News: Silence;... Listen, my child, to the silence. an u...: New Heart Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it there in my hand, full of honey and wounds. The thoughts that nested...

Silence;... Listen, my child, to the silence. an undulating silence. a silence that turns valleyes and echoes slippery, bends trees toward the ground.

New Heart
Like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
I hold it there in my hand,
full of honey and wounds.

The thoughts that nested
in your folds, where are they now ?
Where the roses that perfumed
both Jesus Christ and Satan ?

Poor wrapper that damped
my fantastical star,
parchment gray and mournful
of what I loved once but love no more !

I see fetal sciences in you,
mummified poems and bones
of my romantic secrets
and old innocence.

Shall I hang you on the wall
of my emotional museum,
beside my dark, chill,
sleeping irises of my evil ?

Or shall I spread you over the pines
---suffering book of my love---
so you can learn about the song
the nightingale offers the dawn ?

Poems & News: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...

Poems & News: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...: 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: Tu tu tu tu Yo yo yo yo ;Quien?... ;Ni tu ni yo !

Poems & News: Tu tu tu tu Yo yo yo yo ;Quien?... ;Ni tu ni yo !: You you you you me me me me Who?... not you not me !

Tu tu tu tu Yo yo yo yo ;Quien?... ;Ni tu ni yo !

You you you you
me me me me
Who?...
not you
not me !

Poems & News: Adios, sun ! --- I know for sure that you're the m...

Poems & News: Adios, sun ! --- I know for sure that you're the m...: You sneak behind the curtain & cover your face with rice powder. By day, the farmhand's guitar by night, Mats mandolin. ...

Adios, sun ! --- I know for sure that you're the moon. but I won't tell nobody, sun...

You sneak
behind the curtain
& cover your face
with rice powder.
By day, the farmhand's
guitar
by night, Mats
mandolin.
I should care !
Your illusion,
sun,
is to make the garden
turn Technicolor.

Adios, sun !

And don't forget who loves you:
the snail,
the little old lady
on her balcony,
& me...
spinning my heart like a ...
top.

Like concentric waves
on the water,
with the sun on the top.
Your words
in my heart.

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: 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: Do you remember an Inn ? And the tedding and the s...

Poems & News: Do you remember an Inn ? And the tedding and the s...: I never kept sheep, But it's as if I'd done so. My soul is like a shepherd. It knows wind and sun Walking hand in hand wit...

Do you remember an Inn ? And the tedding and the spreading of the straw for a bedding. Do you remember an Inn?

I never kept sheep,
But it's as if I'd done so.
My soul is like a shepherd.
It knows wind and sun
Walking hand in hand with the Seasons
Observing,
And following along.
To the imagination...

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: 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: ;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: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...

Poems & News: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...: 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...

Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the present. But I don't want the present, I want reality; I want existent things, not the time which measures things. What is the present ?

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 am 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.