søndag 3. januar 2016
Poems & News: Sigue lloviendo. El día es triste y largo. En el r...
Poems & News: Sigue lloviendo. El día es triste y largo. En el r...: The rain continues. The day is long and sad. Within the greyish distance one is lost. It rains... And nevertheless one wishes ...
lørdag 2. januar 2016
Poems & News: Yes it's me, I myself, what I turned out to be, a ...
Poems & News: Yes it's me, I myself, what I turned out to be, a ...: Whatever I was, Whatever I wasn't---it's all in what I am. Whatever I wanted, Whatever I didn't want---all of this has ...
Poems & News: Yo se que el necio se entierra con gran lujo y con...
Poems & News: Yo se que el necio se entierra con gran lujo y con...: I know that fools are buried Splendidly, with floods of tears, And that no fruit on earth Is like the graveyard's... ...
Poems & News: Already almost forty times My sun has brought me t...
Poems & News: Already almost forty times My sun has brought me t...: My mind is like a kaleidoscope, Click, click, click, Can't settle for one image, Yet I have to many...
Poems & News: If someone tells you it's not for sure...
Poems & News: If someone tells you it's not for sure...: If someone tells you it's not for sure, tell him to come here, to put his hands over his stomach and swear, to bear witness to th...
Poems & News: A piano on my street...
Poems & News: A piano on my street...: A piano on my street... Children playing outside... A Sunday, and the sun Shining golden with joy... My sorrow that makes me L...
Poems & News: It merely happens that I'm happy...
Poems & News: It merely happens that I'm happy...: I laugh, I smile at the old man... They're always saying "I" ...no one suffers, no one loves, apart from my poor br...
Poems & News: Oh city of the people's ! --- Who could see you an...
Poems & News: Oh city of the people's ! --- Who could see you an...: Nothing holds me. I want fifty things at the same time. Perhaps more... I long with meat-carving anxiety For I don't know w...
Oh city of the people's ! --- Who could see you and not remember ? Let them find you and on my brow: play of sand and moon...
Nothing holds me.
I want fifty things at the same time.
Perhaps more...
I long with meat-carving anxiety
For I don't know what -
Definitely something indefinite...
I sleep fitfully and live in the fitful dream-state
Of a fitful sleeper, half dreaming.
I woke up to the same life
I'd fallen asleep to.
Even the terror I dreamed of were
defeated.
Even my dreams felt false while
I dreamed them.
Even the life I merely long for jades
me---even that life...
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