Poems & News: Life... ?

Poems & News: Life... ?

Poems & News: No, I don't say a word... --- Non, je ne dis pas u...

Poems & News: No, I don't say a word... --- Non, je ne dis pas u...: You're better than yourself. Don't say a thing; but be! The body's naked grace Is seen invisibly. Eres mejor que tú. ...

Poems & News: Auf Flugeln des Gesanges...

Poems & News: Auf Flugeln des Gesanges...: Ich weiss nicht, was soll es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin; Ein Marchen aus alten Zeiten, Das kommet mir nicht aus dem Sinn. What ex...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...: Woman:  Do you have a sword  decorated  with myrtle leaves ? Man: Smiles and raises his right foot...

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 holly and the ivy, - When they are both full g...

Poems & News: The holly and the ivy, - When they are both full g...: How different, how very different  from the home life ! Go, fetch to me a glass o' wine, And fill it in a silver bowel, That I may...

Poems & News: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...

Poems & News: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...: The world is woven all of dream and error And but one sureness in our truth my lie... That when we hold to aught our thinking's mirro...

Poems & News: Too long a sacrifice - Can make a stone of the hea...

Poems & News: Too long a sacrifice - Can make a stone of the hea...

Poems & News: Bell--- (Bass String)

Poems & News: Bell--- (Bass String): In the yellow tower a bell tolls. Over the yellow wind the bell-notes flower. In the yellow tower the bell stops. With dust ...

Poems & News: Hour of Stars... (translation)

Poems & News: Hour of Stars... (translation): The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. the blackne...