Poems & News: My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse.....

Poems & News: My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse.....: On account of my shadow the frogs are deprived of stars. The shadow sends my body reflections of quiet things. My shadow moves lik...

Poems & News: Sometimes we smile - Sometimes we frown - Sometime...

Poems & News: Sometimes we smile - Sometimes we frown - Sometime...: The colour of light... I was once a star. I travelled anywhere My path not even a journey Just me, my own universe -  You and they...

Poems & News: Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?...

Poems & News: Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?...: The best thing in the world... What's the best thing in the world? Truth, not cruel to people's; Pleasure, not in haste to ...

Poems & News: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...

Poems & News: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...: J'ai bu le péché qui était né,  pâle comme un ruisseau de printemps sec,  image silencieuse pour mon âme,  la forêt est devenue s...

Poems & News: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset...

Poems & News: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset...: Whatever stops is death,    and is our death If it stops for us. That very shrub now withering,    takes with it Part of my pres...

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: 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: Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?...

Poems & News: Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?...: The best thing in the world... What's the best thing in the world? Truth, not cruel to people's; Pleasure, not in haste to ...

Poems & News: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset...

Poems & News: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset...: Whatever stops is death,    and is our death If it stops for us. That very shrub now withering,    takes with it Part of my pres...

Poems & News: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...

Poems & News: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...: J'ai bu le péché qui était né,  pâle comme un ruisseau de printemps sec,  image silencieuse pour mon âme,  la forêt est devenue s...

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...: 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 go ...

Poems & News: In Ihnen ... --- In you ... --- En toi ...

Poems & News: In Ihnen ... --- In you ... --- En toi ...: Sie kleine Rose, Rose-Let, manchmal, klein und nackt, es scheint als ob du passen würdest in einer meiner Hände, als durch werde ...

Poems & News: In Ihnen ... --- In you ... --- En toi ...

Poems & News: In Ihnen ... --- In you ... --- En toi ...: Sie kleine Rose, Rose-Let, manchmal, klein und nackt, es scheint als ob du passen würdest in einer meiner Hände, als durch werde ...

In Ihnen ... --- In you ... --- En toi ...

Sie
kleine Rose,
Rose-Let,
manchmal,
klein und nackt,
es scheint
als ob du passen würdest
in einer meiner Hände,
als durch werde ich dich so umschließen
und dich zu meinem Mund tragen,
aber
plötzlich
meine Füße
berühre deine Füße
und mein Mund deine Lippen:
Du bist gewachsen,
deine Schultern erheben sich wie zwei Hügel,
Deine Brüste wandern über meinen ...
Mein Arm schafft es kaum einzukreisen
die dünne Neumondlinie deines ...
In Liebe hast du dich wie gelockert
Meerwasser:
Ich kann kaum den Himmel messen
geräumigste Augen und ich lerne nach unten
zu deinem Mund, um die Erde zu küssen ...
Und...
Wie du weißt
Ich habe dich die Königin genannt.
Es gibt größere als du,
größer ...
Es gibt reinere als du,
reiner ...
Es gibt schöner als du,
lieblicher ...

You
little rose,
rose-let,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as through I'll clasp you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
but 
suddenly
my feet
touch your feet
and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my ...
my arm scarcely manages to encircle 
the thin new-moon line of your...
in love you have loosened yourself like 
sea water:
I can scarcely measure the sky's
most spacious eyes and I learn down
to your mouth to kiss the earth...
And...
As you know
I have named you the queen.
There are taller ones than you,
taller...
There are purer ones than you,
purer...
There are lovelier than you,
lovelier...

Toi

Petite rose,

rose-let,

a l'heure,

minuscule et nue,

il semble

comme si tu allais

dans l'une de mes mains,

comme je vais vous serrer comme ça

et vous porter à ma bouche,

mais

soudainement

mes pieds

touche tes pieds

et ma bouche tes lèvres:

tu as grandi,

tes épaules s'élèvent comme deux collines,

tes seins errant sur mon ...

mon bras parvient à peine à encercler

la mince ligne new-moon de votre ...

amoureux tu t'es desserré comme

eau de mer:

Je peux à peine mesurer le ciel

yeux les plus spacieux et j'apprends vers le bas

à ta bouche pour embrasser la terre ...

Et...

comme vous le savez

Je t'ai nommé la reine.

Il y en a de plus grands que toi,

plus grand...

Il y en a de plus purs que toi,

plus pur ...

Il y a plus beau que toi,

plus beau ...

Poems & News: Wenn ich dein Lächeln erwarten würde ...---If I ha...

Poems & News: Wenn ich dein Lächeln erwarten würde ...---If I ha...: Si j'avais ton sourire qui m'attendait, le train récitait, à travers les champs plats de l'Europe, les syllabes de ton no...

Wenn ich dein Lächeln erwarten würde ...---If I had your smile awaiting me...---Si j'avais ton sourire qui m'attendait ...

Si j'avais ton sourire qui m'attendait,
le train récitait,
à travers les champs plats de l'Europe,
les syllabes de ton nom.

Si j'avais ton sourire qui m'attendait,
Je chuchotais ton nom à moi-même
au milieu des files d'attente bruyantes
des rapatriés involontaires
et les couples étrangers passionnés,
et sourirait avec auto-satisfaction.

Ou si j'avais ton froncement de sourcils,
me reprochant de ne pas avoir envoyé de message,
ou ne pas revenir au jour fixé,
les petites plaintes insignifiantes
qui prouve le vrai amour,
Je me moquerais de nous deux.

Mais je n'ai rien de toi,
seulement le tour de ta tête
de l'autre côté de l'Europe
Et j'étais plus idiot encore.
Captive à un désir à travers un
mille kilomètres comme si
seulement une rue à l'écart ...

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 your smile awaiting me,

I would whisper your name to myself

amid the noisy queues

of unwilling returnees

and passionate foreign couples,

and would smile with self-satisfaction.

Or if I had your frown awaiting me,

reproaching me for failing to send a message,

or failing to return by the appointed day,

the trivial little complains

that prove true love,

I would laugh at us both.

But I have nothing of you,

only the turn of your head

on the other side of Europe

And I was more foolish yet.

Captive to a longing across a 

thousand kilometres as though 

only a street-breadth away...

Wenn ich dein Lächeln erwarten würde,

der Zug würde rezitieren,

über die flachen Felder Europas,

die Silben deines Namens.

Wenn ich dein Lächeln erwarten würde,

Ich würde deinen Namen flüstern

inmitten der lauten Warteschlangen

von unwilligen Rückkehrern

und leidenschaftliche ausländische Paare,

und würde mit Selbstzufriedenheit lächeln.

Oder wenn ich dein Stirnrunzeln erwarten würde,

mir Vorwürfe machen, dass ich keine Nachricht gesendet habe,

oder nicht bis zum vereinbarten Tag zurückkehren,

das triviale kleine beschwert sich

die wahre Liebe beweisen,

Ich würde uns beide auslachen.

Aber ich habe nichts von dir,

nur die Drehung deines Kopfes

auf der anderen Seite Europas

Und ich war noch törichter.

Gefangen in einer Sehnsucht über eine

tausend Kilometer als ob

nur eine Straßenbreite entfernt ..

Poems & News: If each thing has its corresponding god, why shoul...

Poems & News: If each thing has its corresponding god, why shoul...: Poor children... Nothing of nothing remains, We're nothing. In the sun and air we put off briefly What we see, What we feel, ...

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 drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...

Poems & News: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...: J'ai bu le péché qui était né,  pâle comme un ruisseau de printemps sec,  image silencieuse pour mon âme,  la forêt est devenue s...

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...: 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 go ...

Poems & News: Det er vond kost å ete sine egene ord !... --- It'...

Poems & News: Det er vond kost å ete sine egene ord !... --- It'...: Just one more sweet thing With the dreams and pains Just one more grand spring With gales and rain With rising water With changing weath...

Poems & News: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...

Poems & News: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...: J'ai bu le péché qui était né,  pâle comme un ruisseau de printemps sec,  image silencieuse pour mon âme,  la forêt est devenue s...

Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår-bekk, Stille forbilde for min sjel ble skogen mørk ! Og innsjøen bunnløs, men min sjel er lys som våren.

J'ai bu le péché qui était né, 
pâle comme un ruisseau de printemps sec, 
image silencieuse pour mon âme, 
la forêt est devenue sombre! 
Et le lac est sans fond, 
mais mon âme est légère comme le printemps.

Ich trank die Sünde, 
die geboren wurde, 
bleich wie ein trockener Quellstrom, 
stilles Bild für meine Seele, der 
Wald wurde dunkel! 
Und der See ist bodenlos, 
aber meine Seele ist leicht wie der Frühling.

I drank the sin that was born, 

pale like a dry spring stream, 

Silent image for my soul, 

the forest became dark! 

And the lake is bottomless, 

but my soul is light like spring.

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...: 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 go ...

Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden er som et åpent sår.. --- Being the world`s salt is terrible - when the world is an open wound. --- Ser la sal del mundo es horrible, cuando todo el mundo es como una herida abierta ... --- Das Salz der Welt ist schrecklich - wenn die ganze Welt wie eine offene Wunde ist ... --- Être le sel du monde est horrible - quand le monde entier est comme une plaie ouverte ..

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 go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

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...: Somehow without elation, We look at the snow as a white sea, And, by contrast, with admiration- But, the thought of all work and proble...

Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, er som å kjøpe en ost uten å ha prøvesmakt den... To marry a woman just because she is pretty, is like buying a cheese without having tested it... Épouser une femme juste parce qu'elle est jolie, c'est comme acheter un fromage sans l'avoir testé ...Eine Frau zu heiraten, nur weil sie hübsch ist, ist wie ein Käse zu kaufen, ohne ihn getestet zu haben ... Casarse con una mujer solo porque es bonita, es como comprar un queso sin haberlo probado ...

Somehow without elation,
We look at the snow as a white sea,
And, by contrast, with admiration-
But, the thought of all work and problems-
As the snow bring us.
We retell the dreams that we see,
although on the very same planet.
Appears in the regularly,
the snow and rain.


But look, the trees are all green,
And the lake water - look at its sheen!
And in the water like arrows,
long short
wide and narrow -
Leaves stretch skyward-
a lovely seen with the trout
jumping like mad...
The life is good!

Poems & News: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...

Poems & News: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...: The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent spontaneous joy and natural content out of my heart....

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

Poems & News: De gode, så vel som de onde ord, --- snart er det ...

Poems & News: De gode, så vel som de onde ord, --- snart er det ...: 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...

De gode, så vel som de onde ord, --- snart er det sneen som falt i fjord.---Die guten wie die bösen Worte, bald ist da der Schnee, der im letzten Jahr fiel.---The good as well as evil word, --- soon it's snow that fell last year.---Les bons et les mauvais mots, bientôt il y a la neige qui est tombée l'année dernière.

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.


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


That's why on a hot day
When I ache from enjoying it so much,
And stretch out on the grass,
Closing my warm eyes,
I feel my whole body lying full length in reality,
I know the truth and I'm happy.


But, it is all a dream...
Because we now have, what do we have ?
Winter - No/Yes... 
With; storm -snow -rain - ice roads...

Poems & News: Det er vond kost å ete sine egene ord !... --- It'...

Poems & News: Det er vond kost å ete sine egene ord !... --- It'...: Just one more sweet thing With the dreams and pains Just one more grand spring With gales and rain With rising water With changing weath...

Det er vond kost å ete sine egene ord !... --- It's s bad diet to eat their own words! ... --- Es ist eine schlechte Diät, ihre eigenen Worte zu essen! ... ---¡Es mala dieta comer sus propias palabras! ... --- C'est mauvais régime de manger leurs propres mots! ...

Just one more sweet thing
With the dreams and pains
Just one more grand spring
With gales and rain
With rising water
With changing weather
Protect the weak
Contain your strong point of vie
And work without rest
And above all that
I beg you, grant
Please do not forget...

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: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...

Poems & News: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...: I fjellet Fjellet stiger mot himmelen, stivnet og stum av sinne. Dypt der nede er dalen innhyllet i et slør av tåke. Stormer ru...

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: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...

Poems & News: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...: Det jeg skrev var romantisk tvang. For de jeg vil fanges i et dødens  skinn av et ord ! Oppleve klangen av en kjensle som engang var. ...

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

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: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...

Poems & News: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...: I lent upon a coppice gate When Frost was specter-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine...

Poems & News: In you ...

Poems & News: In you ...: You little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as through I'll ...

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: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset...

Poems & News: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset...: Whatever stops is death,    and is our death If it stops for us. That very shrub now withering,    takes with it Part of my pres...

Poems & News: Godt er vel begynt men bedre er tingenes ende... -...

Poems & News: Godt er vel begynt men bedre er tingenes ende... -...: So long, winter. Good day. My poem happened    for you,     for nobody,    for everyone. I beg you: leave me restless. I live wi...

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

Poems & News: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...

Poems & News: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...: The church growls in the distance, like a bear on its back. How well she embroiders with that  grace ! On the straw cloth she w...

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: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...

Poems & News: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...: The church growls in the distance, like a bear on its back. How well she embroiders with that  grace ! On the straw cloth she w...

Poems & News: In you ...

Poems & News: In you ...: You little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as through I'll ...

Poems & News: Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?...

Poems & News: Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?...: The best thing in the world... What's the best thing in the world? Truth, not cruel to people's; Pleasure, not in haste to ...

Poems & News: Lykksalig er den man som glemmer med forstand hva ...

Poems & News: Lykksalig er den man som glemmer med forstand hva ...: 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: ...

Poems & News: Godt er vel begynt men bedre er tingenes ende... -...

Poems & News: Godt er vel begynt men bedre er tingenes ende... -...: So long, winter. Good day. My poem happened    for you,     for nobody,    for everyone. I beg you: leave me restless. I live wi...

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: Ingen ting er skjult uten at det skal fram!

Poems & News: Ingen ting er skjult uten at det skal fram!: Ingen ting er gjemt uten at det skal bli kjent og komme for en dag! Life is not worth having, with all it can give; For something beyo...

Poems & News: Vann:

Poems & News: Vann:: Hva er det? Så skal en stråleglans fra deg igjen avspeiles her i oss? Ti når jeg deg i hjerte bær, da ses det av hvis slekt jeg er...

Poems & News: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system

Poems & News: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system: Helt alene, kun meg selv, Jeg er glad alikevel! Shakespeare sa: False to my nature? Rather say I play ... The man I am. Ha en god ...

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: 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: 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: If each thing has its corresponding god, why shoul...

Poems & News: If each thing has its corresponding god, why shoul...: Poor children... Nothing of nothing remains, We're nothing. In the sun and air we put off briefly What we see, What we feel, ...

Poems & News: Godt er vel begynt men bedre er tingenes ende... -...

Poems & News: Godt er vel begynt men bedre er tingenes ende... -...: So long, winter. Good day. My poem happened    for you,     for nobody,    for everyone. I beg you: leave me restless. I live wi...

Poems & News: Godt er vel begynt men bedre er tingenes ende... -...

Poems & News: Godt er vel begynt men bedre er tingenes ende... -...: So long, winter. Good day. My poem happened    for you,     for nobody,    for everyone. I beg you: leave me restless. I live wi...

Godt er vel begynt men bedre er tingenes ende... --- Good is well, but better is the end of things ... ---Le bien va bien, mais mieux vaut la fin des choses ... --- Gut ist gut, aber besser ist das Ende der Dinge ... --- Bien está bien, pero mejor es el final de las cosas ...

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

I beg you: leave me restless.
I live with the impossible ocean
   and silence bleeds me dry.

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

Pardon me, if when I want
   to tell the story of my life...
Pardon.

   

Poems & News: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset...

Poems & News: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset...: Whatever stops is death,    and is our death If it stops for us. That very shrub now withering,    takes with it Part of my pres...

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset...

Whatever stops is death,
   and is our death
If it stops for us.
That very shrub now withering,
   takes with it
Part of my present life.
In everything I saw,
   part of me remained.
With all I saw that moves
   I too move.
Nor does memory distinguish
What I saw from what I was...

To speak is to show too much
   consideration for others.
Fish and Oscar Wilde both died
   via the mouth...