onsdag 2. mai 2012
.: "Old home" ! Or ?
.: "Old home" ! Or ?: Old Man and Old Woman was on holly-day... I'm definitely exhausted ''he said. He sat on the ground, 'A new arrival, I hope,' He laughed....
"Old home" ! Or ?
I'm definitely exhausted ''he said.
He sat on the ground,
'A new arrival, I hope,'
He laughed.
I like new woman's.
He laughed again'
'A yes to this, a no to that, Yes, sir, yes madam.
A solid yes to everything before it is to late...
tirsdag 1. mai 2012
.: Skyene ruller. Skyene går og kommer søvngjengersti...
.: Skyene ruller. Skyene går og kommer søvngjengersti...: When we two walked in the field We imagined that happiness Was something different And this was something less. But happy were we to h...
Skyene ruller. Skyene går og kommer søvngjengerstille ut fra uendeligheten, belte bak belte og tog bak tog, og skifte farve på jorden.
When we two walked in the field
We imagined that happiness
Was something different
And this was something less.
Our happiness, not as they were
Who acted in their pride
Juno and Jupiter:
Murdered that wife and man,
And we that were wise live free
To recall our happiness then.
.: Many and many a day like this...
.: Many and many a day like this...: Aimed at the unseen moving goal And nothing found but remedies For all desire. These made not whole; They sowed a new desire, to kiss or...
Many and many a day like this...
And nothing found but remedies
For all desire.
These made not whole;
They sowed a new desire, to kiss or not to kiss
Desire of desire, And yet Life stayed on within my soul.
One night in sheltering from the wet
I quite forgot I could forget...
Of what ?
.: O the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, She singeth as t...
.: O the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, She singeth as t...: But do not forget the clock of CUCKOO: I will kill that cuckoo! 'I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of ...
O the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, She singeth as the flies, She bringeth good tidings, She telleth no lies. --- She sucketh withe flowers for to keep her voice clear, And the more she singeth cuckoo - The summer draweth near...
But do not forget the clock of CUCKOO:
'I had a dove and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving.
Oh, what could it grieve for ? Its feet were tied
With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving.
Sweet little red feet! Why should you die -
Why would you leave me, sweet dove! Why?
You lived alone on the forest-tree.
Why, pretty bird, could you not live with me?
I kissed you oft and gave you withe peas;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?.
1. Mai... Landskap etter landskap åpner seg i større bredde og sødme, og snakker om frihet og rettferdighet. Av ord som nedbryter mørket omkring oss. Vi skrur lokket av og roper takk ! Vårt land og dets folk er fantastiske. Det er som en glitrende dag som en flakong fylt av vellukt, nok til alle sanser...
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