lørdag 21. mai 2022

Poems & News: Do you remember ?

Poems & News: Do you remember ?: Do you remember an Inn, My friend? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the spreading Of the straw for a bedding. And the fleas...

Poems & News: De største eplene er ikke alltid de beste... The ...

Poems & News: De største eplene er ikke alltid de beste... The ...: Nå våkner alle små piker og kaster den dumme muffen og kaster de dumme hanskene og låser dem ned i skuffen. Og alle de hvite små fingre...

Poems & News: Jeg visste ikke hva lykke var før jeg giftet meg, ...

Poems & News: Jeg visste ikke hva lykke var før jeg giftet meg, ...: Time Is there time?Time for people. Time for the world. Everywhere we are looking for signs. But not anyone know what means what! Do w...

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 ...

fredag 13. mai 2022

Poems & News: The colour of life...

Poems & News: The colour of life...: The people you thought you know - don't you know they are nay-more ? Heart-breaking, isn't it. How close you've let them ...

torsdag 12. mai 2022

Poems & News: Det er noe metafysikk i å ikke tenke på noe eller ...

Poems & News: Det er noe metafysikk i å ikke tenke på noe eller ...:  Jeg skulle gjerne hatt tid og roa som trengs for ikke å  tenke på noe som helst. I wish I had time and the calm needed not to think of anyt...

Det er noe metafysikk i å ikke tenke på noe eller ingenting. ---There is some metaphysics in not thinking about anything or anything. ---


 Jeg skulle gjerne hatt tid
og roa som trengs for ikke å 
tenke på noe som helst.


I wish I had time
and the calm needed not to
think of anything.


J'aimerais avoir le temps
et le calme nécessaire pour ne pas
penser à n'importe quoi.

Poems & News: I dette øyeblikk kjenner jeg en vag lengsel og et ...

Poems & News: I dette øyeblikk kjenner jeg en vag lengsel og et ...: In this moment I feel a vague  longing and a quiet desire that  appears and disappears again ... En ce moment,  je ressens un vague désir et...

I dette øyeblikk kjenner jeg en vag lengsel og et stille ønske som dukker opp og forsvinner igjen...


In this moment I feel a vague 
longing and a quiet desire that 
appears and disappears again ...


En ce moment, 
je ressens un vague désir et un 
désir silencieux qui apparaît et 
disparaît à nouveau ...




tirsdag 10. mai 2022

lørdag 7. mai 2022

Poems & News: If at times my eyes are lenses through which the b...

Poems & News: If at times my eyes are lenses through which the b...:

Poems & News: Give peace in our time O, Lord...

Poems & News: Give peace in our time O, Lord...:   From all evil and mischief; From sin, from the crafts and assaults of the devil; From thy wrath, and from everlasting damnation. Good Lord...

Give peace in our time O, Lord...

 


From all evil and mischief;

From sin, from the crafts and

assaults of the devil;

From thy wrath, and from

everlasting damnation.

Good Lord, deliver us.

From all blindness of heart;

From pride, vain-glory,

and hypocrisy; From envy, 

hatred, and malice, and from

all uncharitable.

good Lord deliver us.

From fornication, and all other deadly

sin; and from all the deceits of the world,

the flesh, and the devil,

Good Lord, deliver us.

From lightning and tempest;

From plague, pestilence, and

famine; from battle and murder, and from

sudden death, and killing in Ukraine.

Good Lord, deliver us.




Poems & News: There is only one step from the sublime to the rid...

Poems & News: There is only one step from the sublime to the rid...: From the moonlit brink of dream I stretch foiled hands to thee. O borne down other streams Than eye can think to see ! O crowned with...

torsdag 5. mai 2022

onsdag 4. mai 2022

Poems & News: Jeg har ikke hastverk; ikke sola og månen heller.....

Poems & News: Jeg har ikke hastverk; ikke sola og månen heller.....:   Vinden blåser uten å vite det. Plantene lever uten å vite det. Jeg lever og uten å vite det, men jeg hvet at jeg lever. Men veit jeg at je...

Jeg har ikke hastverk; ikke sola og månen heller... --- I'm not in a hurry; not the sun and the moon either ... Je ne suis pas pressé; pas le soleil et la lune non plus...

 


Vinden blåser uten å vite det.
Plantene lever uten å vite det.
Jeg lever og uten å vite det,
men jeg hvet at jeg lever.
Men veit jeg at jeg lever, eller veit jeg
bare at jeg veit det?

The wind blows without knowing it.
The plants live without knowing it.
I live and without knowing it,
but I bet I live.
But do I know I'm alive, or do I know
just that I know?



tirsdag 3. mai 2022

Poems & News: The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood, T...

Poems & News: The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood, T...: Head and Bottle The downs will lose the sun, white alyssum lose the bees'hum; But head and bottle tilted back in the cart will neve...

Poems & News: The world is not a 'prison house', but a kind of k...

Poems & News: The world is not a 'prison house', but a kind of k...: This covers me, that erst had the blue sky. Put these inscriptions here, half knowing why...

Poems & News: The colour of life...

Poems & News: The colour of life...: The people you thought you know - don't you know they are nay-more ? Heart-breaking, isn't it. How close you've let them ...

Poems & News: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...

Poems & News: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...: Sometimes, It's like being lonely, Walking the dirt track road, You can sit, Watch the clouds, Time through the hour glass, Or...

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...