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: The Story of Solomon Waste...

Poems & News: The Story of Solomon Waste...: This is all the story of Solomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste, He fussed and work and toiled all frothing And at the end o...

Poems & News: I lyset...

Poems & News: I lyset...: Du... lyse kvinne på dagens vandring, Hun... går i panser av sol og silke. Hun... den formfullendte,  og klart er blikket. Hun...

Poems & News: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...

Poems & News: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...: Del llanto He cerrado mi balcón porque no quiero oír el llanto, pero por detrás de los grises muros no se oye otra cosa que el llan...

Poems & News: Suitor, suitor of mine... / Galan, galancillo...

Poems & News: Suitor, suitor of mine... / Galan, galancillo...: Suitor, Suitor of mine. At your house they're burning thyme. Come or go as you please, I'll stay under lock and key. A ke...

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: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....

Poems & News: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....: The bird has come to bring light to birth. From every thrill of his, water is born. And between water and light which unwind the ...

Poems & News: Du som har de stille ord. Du som har en langsom sm...

Poems & News: Du som har de stille ord. Du som har en langsom sm...: Você que tem as palavras quietas. Você que tem uma dor lenta como um sono em sua honra, Você vê como uma estrela queima a floresta n...

Poems & News: Det kommer aldri noe i en lukket hånd...-- Il ne s...

Poems & News: Det kommer aldri noe i en lukket hånd...-- Il ne s...: Well, I never went back. I no longer suffer from    not going back, to the old    days with poverty and hard    work. I, sovereign,...

Poems & News: Det kommer aldri noe i en lukket hånd...-- Il ne s...

Poems & News: Det kommer aldri noe i en lukket hånd...-- Il ne s...: Well, I never went back. I no longer suffer from    not going back, to the old    days with poverty and hard    work. I, sovereign,...

Det kommer aldri noe i en lukket hånd...-- Il ne sera jamais dans une main fermée ...-- Es wird nie in einer geschlossenen Hand ...-- It comes never anything in a closed hand ... --Ní beidh riamh i láimh dúnta ...

Well, I never went back.
I no longer suffer from
   not going back, to the old
   days with poverty and hard
   work.
I, sovereign, slave of the factories
   surrendered,
   chained to my destiny.

There is no freedom anymore for us
who are fragments of the working class,
there is no way out of returning
   to oneself, 
to the stone of oneself,
to the machines, 
   we are born to slave,
no other stars remain except the star of
   hope...

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

Poems & News: Det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt...-...: Migration All day, column after column, a squadron of feathers, a fluttering airborne ship crossed the tiny infinity of the wind...

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 eac...

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

Poems & News: Det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt...-...: Migration All day, column after column, a squadron of feathers, a fluttering airborne ship crossed the tiny infinity of the wind...

Det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt...-- There is many a good head under an old hat ...-- Hay muchos una buena cabeza debajo de un sombrero viejo ...-- Is iomaí ceann maith faoi hata d'aois ...--Es gibt viele einen guten Kopf unter einem alten Hut ...-- Il y a beaucoup une bonne tête sous un vieux chapeau ...

Migration

All day, column after column,
a squadron of feathers,
a fluttering airborne
ship
crossed
the tiny infinity
of the window where I search,
question, work, observe, wait.

The tower of sand
and marine space
join there,
comprise song,
movement.

Above, 
the sky unfolds.

So it was palpitating,
sharp right angles passed
heading northward,
westward,
toward open space,
toward the star,
toward the spire of salt and solitude
where the sea casts its clocks to the winds.

It was an angel of birds
steering for
that latitude of iron and snow,
or the hot sun
the skyborne numbers
of hunger.
Hunger, hunger.
Or hope?
Hope?

I saw only the flyway.

But among the refugees
homing for the hope and
destination
by the unity of fire,
death,
by blood,
by thirst, by hunger,
by the cold,
by the precarious day that wept
before being swallowed by night,
by feer,
by the erotic urgency of life;
the unity of people or
myself first.

So like a seabird, migratory foam,
they come from north and south,
wave wing,
multiplied hungry heart
they will arrive on our
shores.
Can we help?
Will we help?
Or?
Are we too late?

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: 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: Det er vondt å være for liten, men verre å verre f...

Poems & News: Det er vondt å være for liten, men verre å verre f...: There is no space wider    than that of grief, There is no universe like    that which bleeds... I am one of those who lives    in...

Det er vondt å være for liten, men verre å verre for stor...It hurts to be too small, but worse to get too big ... Ça fait mal d'être trop petit, mais pire en pis pour le grand ... Es tut weh, zu klein zu sein, aber noch schlimmer, schlimmer für große ... Me duele estar demasiado pequeño, pero peor en peor para las grandes ... Nimhneach sé a bheith ró-bheag, ach níos measa le níos measa le haghaidh mór ...

There is no space wider
   than that of grief,
There is no universe like
   that which bleeds...

I am one of those who lives
   in the middle of the sea
   and close to the twilight,
   a little beyond those stones.

So your small dark hand,
your slim Portuguese feet,
your clear hips of plenty---
   ancient rivers of green fire
   traveled through your veins:
   and you put everything on the table
   like a waterfall in the spring,
in the game of life or extinction...

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: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....

Poems & News: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....: The bird has come to bring light to birth. From every thrill of his, water is born. And between water and light which unwind the ...

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

Poems & News: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....: The bird has come to bring light to birth. From every thrill of his, water is born. And between water and light which unwind the ...

I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv... In der ewigen Natur ist der Moment, dass ein Leben ... In the eternal perspective is the moment as a whole life ...Dans la perspective éternelle est le moment comme une vie entière ...

The bird has come
to bring light to birth.
From every thrill of his,
water is born.

And between water and light
which unwind the air,
now the spring is
inaugurated...

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: When you come to the end of a perfect day, And you...

Poems & News: When you come to the end of a perfect day, And you...: I don`t mean to say that my troubles are past. I`ve just got used to them - such is my fate. Anyway, something has happened at last. Clo...

Poems & News: A man who has not passed through the inferno of hi...

Poems & News: A man who has not passed through the inferno of hi...: Passion for barrels or barrels of vine ?... Well, who knows, who knows, If once, way back, before me, I did not leave from such a dock...

Poems & News: Det er forsent å spare når en ser bånn i brønnen.....

Poems & News: Det er forsent å spare når en ser bånn i brønnen.....: De beste år av vårt liv; Kilder som står sesongarbeider Oskar "Grosot" fra Krapfoss nær. Opplyser over en flaske dobbeltrense...

Poems & News: Ich halte fur die høchste Aufgabe einer Verbindung...

Poems & News: Ich halte fur die høchste Aufgabe einer Verbindung...: My God,  I love thee; Not because I hope for heaven thereby... See, amid the winter`s snow, Born for us on earth below, See, the Lamb...

Poems & News: The holly and the ivy, - When they are both full g...

Poems & News: The holly and the ivy, - When they are both full g...: How different, how very different  from the home life ! Go, fetch to me a glass o' wine, And fill it in a silver bowel, That I may...

Poems & News: Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too...

Poems & News: Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too...: I am for the woods against the world, But are the woods for me? I have been young, and now I am not old; And I have seen the righteous f...

Poems & News: Time present and time past are both perhaps presen...

Poems & News: Time present and time past are both perhaps presen...: Shadows What hope can be kept alive, what pure premonition, what irrevocable kiss sunk in our hearts, acknowledging the roots of ne...

Poems & News: Det gi ga, har vi---Det vi brukte, hadde vi---Det ...

Poems & News: Det gi ga, har vi---Det vi brukte, hadde vi---Det ...: That happened in the great silence when grass was born, when light had just detached itself and created the vermilion and the statues...

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 eac...

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: Det gi ga, har vi---Det vi brukte, hadde vi---Det ...

Poems & News: Det gi ga, har vi---Det vi brukte, hadde vi---Det ...: That happened in the great silence when grass was born, when light had just detached itself and created the vermilion and the statues...

Poems & News: Det gi ga, har vi---Det vi brukte, hadde vi---Det ...

Poems & News: Det gi ga, har vi---Det vi brukte, hadde vi---Det ...: That happened in the great silence when grass was born, when light had just detached itself and created the vermilion and the statues...

Det gi ga, har vi---Det vi brukte, hadde vi---Det vi etterlot oss, mistet vi... What we give, we have---What we used, we had---What we had, we lost---Was wir geben, wir haben --- Was wir haben, wir hatten - was wir hatten, wir haben verloren---Ce que nous donnons, nous avons --- Ce que nous avons utilisé, nous avions --- Ce que nous avions, nous avons perdu --- Lo que damos, tenemos --- Lo que usamos, teníamos --- Lo que teníamos, perdimos ---

That happened in the great silence
when grass was born,
when light had just detached itself
and created the vermilion and the statues,
then
in the great solitude
a howl began,
something rolled crying,
the shadows half-opened,
rising alone
as if the planets sobbed
and then the echo
rolled,
tumbling and tumbling
until what was born was silent.

But stone preserved the memory...

It guarded the opened snout of the shadows,
the trembling sword of the howl,
and there is in the stone an animal without name
that still howls without voice toward the emptiness.

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 eac...

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 river.
None where I may stray
Hearing the rushes shiver
And seeing the river ever
Pass, yet seem to stay.


Maybe there is another
River, but far in Me.
There I may meet the Brother
Of my eternity:
In what God will this be ?
Nothing; all the leaves, Fallen from the tree.
To what grieves in me.

Poems & News: Resept på: "Vino Romano"

Poems & News: Resept på: "Vino Romano": I følge de "Gamle Romere" lagde de en "gift" som var verre en midelaldrens Aqua Tofana Kanskje dagens "finsesmek...

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: 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: 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: Du som har de stille ord. Du som har en langsom sm...

Poems & News: Du som har de stille ord. Du som har en langsom sm...: Você que tem as palavras quietas. Você que tem uma dor lenta como um sono em sua honra, Você vê como uma estrela queima a floresta n...

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: 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: 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: Du som har de stille ord. Du som har en langsom sm...

Poems & News: Du som har de stille ord. Du som har en langsom sm...: Você que tem as palavras quietas. Você que tem uma dor lenta como um sono em sua honra, Você vê como uma estrela queima a floresta n...

Du som har de stille ord. Du som har en langsom smerte som en søvn i dine heder, ser du hvor en stjerne brenner over skogen i nord: Lyset fra et annet hjerte...

Você que tem as palavras quietas.
Você que tem uma dor lenta
como um sono em sua honra,
Você vê como uma estrela queima
a floresta no norte:
A luz de um outro coração ...


You who have the quiet words.
You who have a slow pain
as a sleep in your glory,
you see how a star burns
the forest in north:
The light from another heart ...

Sie, die haben die ruhigen Worte.

Sie haben einen langsamen Schmerz

als Schlaf in Ihrer Ehre,

Sie sehen, wie ein Stern brennt

der Wald in Norden:

Das Licht, das von einem anderen Herzen ...

Toi qui as les paroles tranquilles.

Vous qui avez une douleur lente

comme un sommeil en votre honneur,

vous voyez comment une étoile brûle

la forêt dans le nord:

La lumière d'un autre coeur ...

Ustedes que tiene las palabras en voz baja.

Ustedes que tienen un dolor lento

como un sueño en su honor,

se ve cómo se quema una estrella

el bosque en el norte:

La luz procedente de otro corazón ...

Poems & News: Hello, Hello ! Come! quick as you can!There`s a fi...

Poems & News: Hello, Hello ! Come! quick as you can!There`s a fi...: It`s a funny old world - a man`s lucky  if he gets out of it alive... Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And ea...

Poems & News: What`s the use of worrying ? It never was worth w...

Poems & News: What`s the use of worrying ? It never was worth w...: In such cases we should not know what to say, This is when we say: "words fail us" and mean this literally. We should need new...

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: Der ute i natten er det latter og dans. Hav og sjø...

Poems & News: Der ute i natten er det latter og dans. Hav og sjø...: Og alderen har bragt deg til renhetens kyster, du er ren som Guds moder for syndige lyster. Men se, du gamle, - den levende fanken; ...

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: 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: Ensomhet er ikke å være alene. Det er å ikke ha no...

Poems & News: Ensomhet er ikke å være alene. Det er å ikke ha no...: My soul came apart like an empty jar. It fell overwhelmingly, down the stairs. Dropped from the hands of a careless... It fell. Sma...

Poems & News: Ensomhet er ikke å være alene. Det er å ikke ha no...

Poems & News: Ensomhet er ikke å være alene. Det er å ikke ha no...: My soul came apart like an empty jar. It fell overwhelmingly, down the stairs. Dropped from the hands of a careless... It fell. Sma...

Ensomhet er ikke å være alene. Det er å ikke ha noen å lengte til...-- Loneliness is not being alone. It is not to have any longing to ...-- Einsamkeit ist nicht allein zu sein. Es ist keine Sehnsucht zu haben ...-- La solitude est de ne pas seul. Il est de ne pas avoir envie de ...-- La soledad no es estar solo. Es tener ningún deseo de ...-- Níl Uaigneas á n-aonar. Is é a bhfuil aon longing a ...

My soul came apart like an empty jar.
It fell overwhelmingly, down the stairs.
Dropped from the hands of a careless...
It fell.
Smashed into more pieces than there was
   china in the jar.

Nonsense?
Impossible?
How should I know!
I've more sensation now than I felt I was all me.
I'm a litter of shards strewn on a doormat about
   to be swept...

Poems & News: Sommer hvor er du... Barefoot over the earth...

Poems & News: Sommer hvor er du... Barefoot over the earth...: Tidlig natt i august løsner sommeren ? Som en drøm av jordens panne. Løfter seg over de tunge markene og glir bort på myke vingeslag ...

Poems & News: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...

Poems & News: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...: Goa lovely "..." I like your wriestes, I like your gland`s, I like the fingers on your hands, I`d like to teach them how to ...

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...: Deiligst av alle gleder er Gleden for slett ingen ting. Ikke for noe du kan eller vil, Gleden for intet og Gleden for alt, Gleden for...

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...

Poems & News: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...: As I take my shoes from the shoemaker,  and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest. The best way to get the...

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: 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: Det kommer mindre an på å vinne alle slag, men en ...

Poems & News: Det kommer mindre an på å vinne alle slag, men en ...: I don't know what Nature is: I sing it. I live on a hilltop, I look around me and I find it... And that's my definition  ...

Det kommer mindre an på å vinne alle slag, men en må også kunne bære alle nederlag...- It comes less depends on winning all the battles, but one must also be able to bear all the defeats ... - Es kommt weniger abhängig von alle Schlachten gewinnen, aber man muss in der Lage, auch alle Niederlage tragen ... - Il est moins dépend de gagner toutes les batailles, mais il faut aussi être en mesure de transporter tous de la défaite ...

I don't know what Nature is:
I sing it.
I live on a hilltop,
I look around me and
I find it...
And that's my definition
    of the green people.

Poems & News: No, no: anything but being right! Anything but ca...

Poems & News: No, no: anything but being right! Anything but ca...: I'm someone who knows. I think... Poor guy ! How good to be able to Rebel in my soul at a    political TV program ! But I'...

No, no: anything but being right! Anything but caring about humanity! Anything but giving into humanitarian impulses! What good's thrill if it's got some external reasons?

I'm someone who knows.
I think...
Poor guy !
How good to be able to
Rebel in my soul at a
   political TV program !
But I'm not even that
   softheaded !
I don't even have the excuse
Of being able to hold
   opinions.
After a horrible TV debate.
I don't, as a matter of fact,
Have any excuse at all:
I'm lucid.

I'm afraid  our nice politicians
Do not understand what they
   mean or say, they do not have
   their own opinion.

Don't try changing my
   convictions:
I'm lucid.
Shit ! I'm...

Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel... -...

Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel... -...: 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...

Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel... - Tout irait vivre longtemps, mais personne ne veut vieillir ... - All would live long, but no one wants to grow old ... - Alle würden lange leben, aber niemand will alt werden ... - Todos vivirían mucho tiempo, pero nadie quiere envejecer ... - Bheadh gach beo fada, ach ba mhaith leis aon duine dul in aois ...

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 old place,
Why not of living
In the same old skin ?

My soul is on
The lookout for me,
But I lie low.
Will it ever find me ?
Never, I hope !

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

Poems & News: Frihet er sol over blodig jord, husk den milde st...

Poems & News: Frihet er sol over blodig jord, husk den milde st...: On elbows propped Europa lies Outstretched and staring. Sheltered in romantic hair Greek eyes reminiscing. Money and Refugees all o...

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: Frihet er sol over blodig jord, husk den milde st...

Poems & News: Frihet er sol over blodig jord, husk den milde st...: On elbows propped Europa lies Outstretched and staring. Sheltered in romantic hair Greek eyes reminiscing. Money and Refugees all o...

Poems & News: Frihet er sol over blodig jord, husk den milde st...

Poems & News: Frihet er sol over blodig jord, husk den milde st...: On elbows propped Europa lies Outstretched and staring. Sheltered in romantic hair Greek eyes reminiscing. Money and Refugees all o...

Frihet er sol over blodig jord, husk den milde styrke i skapende ord... - Freedom is sun over bloody soil, remember the gentle strength in creative word ... - La libertad es el sol sobre la tierra con sangre, recuerda la suave fuerza en la palabra creadora ... - Freiheit ist Sonne über blutigen Boden, die sanfte Kraft in schöpferische Wort erinnern ... - La liberté est soleil sur le sol sanglant, rappelez-vous la force douce parole créatrice ...

On elbows propped Europa lies
Outstretched and staring.
Sheltered in romantic hair
Greek eyes reminiscing.
Money and Refugees all over
Making problems for 
Politicians how will make everybody
    Happy... 

Left elbow backward cast,
The right, an open angle.
One tells when Italia rest,
Or rest without soul, 
What shall we do ???
    Refugees.
The other where Europe distantly
Supports the hand that holds the face.

Sphinxes the fatal stare,
Westerly the future of the past,
The face that stares in USA
 With a P... that the rest of the
    World wonders.'
What will happen next ?
Who finds snough's  enough
Let his enoughness be enough !

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...: Deiligst av alle gleder er Gleden for slett ingen ting. Ikke for noe du kan eller vil, Gleden for intet og Gleden for alt, Gleden for...

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 blir nok vår igjen, men den vår som gikk komme...

Poems & News: Det blir nok vår igjen, men den vår som gikk komme...: Hver vår er noen    en smule mere    og noen mindre     enn hva de var... Every spring some     a bit more     and some less   ...

Poems & News: Som du tier i skogen, får du svar...

Poems & News: Som du tier i skogen, får du svar...: With serving still This have I won: For my good will To be undone. And for redress Of all my pain Disdainfulness I have again Se...

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: 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: 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: 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: There is always a certain risk in being alive, and...

Poems & News: There is always a certain risk in being alive, and...: Nothing ever become real    till it is experienced. Nichts ist jemals real werden     Bis es erfahren wird. Rien ne devient jamais...

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: 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: 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: 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: --- Hver si løst, sa øltapper'n. Han drakk mens dø...

Poems & News: --- Hver si løst, sa øltapper'n. Han drakk mens dø...: To think a flower is to see and smell it, And to eat a fruit is to know its meaning. But, to drink a beer it is... that is why on a h...

Poems & News: Jeg vil leve så fri-så lett-så luftig, som snøen s...

Poems & News: Jeg vil leve så fri-så lett-så luftig, som snøen s...: Vi tynges i støvet  av syndenes sum, men fuglene i treet er nærmere den himmel blå. Vi veier og måler og tror, vi vet... men fu...

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: Det blir nok vår igjen, men den vår som gikk komme...

Poems & News: Det blir nok vår igjen, men den vår som gikk komme...: Hver vår er noen    en smule mere    og noen mindre     enn hva de var... Every spring some     a bit more     and some less   ...

Det blir nok vår igjen, men den vår som gikk kommer aldri tilbake... Es wird Frühling wieder, aber unsere, die nie zurückkehren ...

Hver vår er noen
   en smule mere
   og noen mindre 
   enn hva de var...

Every spring some
    a bit more
    and some less
    than what they were ...

Jedes Jahr im Frühling einige

    ein bisschen

    und einige weniger

    als das, was sie waren ...

Chaque printemps certains

    un peu plus

    et d'autres moins

    que ce qu'ils étaient ...

Cada primavera algunos

    un poco más

    y algunos menos

    de lo que eran ...

Gach cuid as t-earrach

    beagan a bharrachd

    agus cuid nas lugha

    na dè a bha iad ...

Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel.--- ...

Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel.--- ...: Du finnes, kan vi se hverandre. Du finnes og er nær. Vi trenger ikke jage lenger. Vi trenger ikke tvile. Vi er... You are, we can...

Poems & News: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...

Poems & News: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...: My love, My love, My god-love ! Let me kiss... On thy cold lips thy hot lips now immortal, Greeting thee at Death's portal's hap...

Poems & News: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...

Poems & News: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...: If hopes were dupes, fears may be liar's; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, bu...

Poems & News: 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: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel.--- ...

Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel.--- ...: Du finnes, kan vi se hverandre. Du finnes og er nær. Vi trenger ikke jage lenger. Vi trenger ikke tvile. Vi er... You are, we can...

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: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel.--- ...

Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel.--- ...: Du finnes, kan vi se hverandre. Du finnes og er nær. Vi trenger ikke jage lenger. Vi trenger ikke tvile. Vi er... You are, we can...

Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel.--- Tout irait vivre longtemps, mais aucun ne serait vieux .--- All would live long, but none would be old .--- Alle würden lange leben, aber keiner wäre alt .--- Todo viviría mucho, pero ninguno habría edad .-- Todo ía vivir por moito tempo, pero ningún sería vello .---- Bhiodh a h-uile beò fada, ach cha bhiodh seann .---

Du finnes, kan vi se hverandre.
Du finnes og er nær.
Vi trenger ikke jage lenger.
Vi trenger ikke tvile.
Vi er...

You are, we can see each other.
You exists and is near.
We do not chase anymore.
We need not doubt.
We are...

Sie sind, wir einander sehen können.
Sie existiert und ist in der Nähe.
Wir jagen nicht mehr.
Wir bezweifeln, brauchen nicht.
Wir sind ...

Vous êtes, nous pouvons voir.
Vous existe et est proche.
Nous ne chassons plus pas.
Nous ne devons douter.
Nous sommes ...

You are, chì sinn chèile.

Tha thu ann agus tha e faisg air.

Chan eil sinn ruaig tuilleadh.

Feumaidh sinn Chan eil teagamh sam bith.

Tha sinn ...

Poems & News: Jeg vil leve så fri-så lett-så luftig, som snøen s...

Poems & News: Jeg vil leve så fri-så lett-så luftig, som snøen s...: Vi tynges i støvet  av syndenes sum, men fuglene i treet er nærmere den himmel blå. Vi veier og måler og tror, vi vet... men fu...

Jeg vil leve så fri-så lett-så luftig, som snøen som falt noen gang for lenge siden ... I want to live as free-so easy-so airy, such as the snow that fell for a long time ago ... Je veux vivre libre-si facile si aérienne, suchlike que la neige qui est tombée pour il y a longtemps ...Ich will als Frei so einfach so luftig, dergleichen wie der Schnee zu leben, die für eine lange Zeit vor fiel ...

Vi tynges i støvet 
av syndenes sum,
men fuglene i treet
er nærmere den himmel
blå.

Vi veier og måler
og tror,
vi vet...
men fuglene stråler.

Stig opp over sorgen
og fyll med glede
 den evige morgen
og hør fuglene
bruse over denne
vår jord.

Wir wogen im Staub
der Vergebung Summe,
aber die Vögel im Baum
ist in den Himmel näher
Blau.

Wir wiegen und messen
und denken,
wir wissen, ...
aber Vögel Strahlen.

Schritt über die Trauer
füllen mit Freude
  der ewige Morgen
und hören die Vögel
zischen über diese
unserer Erde.

We weighed in the dust
of remission sum,
but the birds in the tree
is closer to the sky
blue.

We weigh and measure
and think,
we know...
but birds rays.

Step over the grief
fill with joy
  the eternal morning
and hear the birds
fizz over this
our earth.

Nous avons pesé dans la poussière

de rémission somme,

mais les oiseaux dans l'arbre

est plus proche du ciel

bleu.

Nous pesons et mesure

et de penser,

nous savons ...

mais les oiseaux rays.

Etape sur la douleur

remplir de joie

  le matin éternel

et entendre les oiseaux

fizz au cours de cette

notre terre.

Poems & News: There is always a certain risk in being alive, and...

Poems & News: There is always a certain risk in being alive, and...: Nothing ever become real    till it is experienced. Nichts ist jemals real werden     Bis es erfahren wird. Rien ne devient jamais...

There is always a certain risk in being alive, and if you are more alive there is more risk. --- Es gibt immer ein gewisses Risiko, am Leben zu sein, und wenn Sie lebendiger sind, gibt es mehr Risiko.

Nothing ever become real
   till it is experienced.

Nichts ist jemals real werden
    Bis es erfahren wird.

Rien ne devient jamais réel
    Jusqu'à ce qu'il soit expérimenté.

Nada se vuelve real
    Hasta que se experimenta.

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: 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: Ingen kjenner hvor smerten stikker. Den arme djeve...

Poems & News: Ingen kjenner hvor smerten stikker. Den arme djeve...: Det blir dager etter disse ! Du kan godt ha rett,     min kjære,     uomtvistelig rett, Når du preker herrens lære     til ingen ny...

Ingen kjenner hvor smerten stikker. Den arme djevel uten venner, som lengselen brenner når klokkene ringer...Nobody knows where the pain sticks. The poor devil without friends, that longing burns when the bell tolls ... Niemand weiß, wo der Schmerz klebt. Der arme Teufel ohne Freunde, dass Sehnsucht brennt, wenn die Glocke läutet ... Personne ne sait où la douleur colle. Le pauvre diable sans amis, ce désir brûle quand sonne le glas ...

Det blir dager etter disse !
Du kan godt ha rett,
    min kjære,
    uomtvistelig rett,
Når du preker herrens lære
    til ingen nytte.

Vi er alle sammen mennesker,
    som lever nå i dag.
Noen trenger hjelp, kanskje ikke du...

There are days after these!
You may well be right,
     my dear,
     indisputable right,
When you preach the Lord's teachings 
     to no avail.

We are all human beings, 
     who now live in today.
Some need help, maybe not you ... 

 Es gibt Tage, von diesen!
Sie können auch richtig sein,
     mein Lieber,
     unbestreitbare Recht,
Wenn Sie predigen den Lehren des Herrn
     ohne Erfolg.

Wir sind alle Menschen,
     die leben jetzt in heute.
Manche brauchen Hilfe, vielleicht nicht, dass du ...

Il y a des jours de ces derniers!
Vous pourriez bien avoir raison,
     mon cher,
     droit incontestable,
Lorsque vous prêchez les enseignements du Seigneur
     en vain.

Nous sommes tous des êtres humains,
     qui vivent maintenant aujourd'hui.
Certains ont besoin d'aide, peut-être pas vous ...

Poems & News: Det kommer mindre an på å vinne alle slag, men du ...

Poems & News: Det kommer mindre an på å vinne alle slag, men du ...: Let my fate deny me everything except     To see it, for I, an unstrict Stoic, wish to delight in every letter     Of the sentence en...

Det kommer mindre an på å vinne alle slag, men du må kunne bære også et nederlag.--- It comes less depends on winning all kinds, but you must be able to carry also a defeat .--- Es kommt weniger abhängig von alle Arten gewinnen, aber Sie müssen auch eine Niederlage zu tragen können .--- Il est moins dépend de gagner toutes sortes, mais vous devez être en mesure d'effectuer également une défaite .---

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