søndag 26. februar 2017

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...




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