Poems & News: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was wi...

Poems & News: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was wi...: Just one more sweet thing With the dreams and pains Just one more grand spring With gales and rain With rising water With changing we...

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: 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: Festen er over. Rommet står grått. Jentene' er bor...

Poems & News: Festen er over. Rommet står grått. Jentene' er bor...: The lonely trembling soul can ache when night is on the way:  And morning  has gone or on it's way. There is a dance:     let&#3...

Poems & News: Pollution = The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, a...

Poems & News: Pollution = The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, a...: Well then; Pollution I now do not see this busy world and I shall ne'er agree; The very honey of all earthly disasters, Does of ...

Poems & News: Ladies and gentlemen I have only one question; Are...

Poems & News: Ladies and gentlemen I have only one question; Are...: Between what I see    and what I say, between what I say      and what i keep silent, Between what I keep silent     and what I dr...

Ladies and gentlemen I have only one question; Are we children of the Sun or of the Earth ?

Between what I see
   and what I say,
between what I say 
    and what i keep silent,
Between what I keep silent
    and what I dream,
between what I dream
    and what I forget:

    It slips
between yes and no,
    says:

What I keep silent,
    keeps silent,
what I say,
    dreams
what I forget.
    It is not speech:
it is an act.
    Poetry
speaks and listens:
    it is real.
And as soon as I say
    it is real,
it vanishes.
    Is it then more real ?

    

Poems & News: Den som ikke våger seg ut i vannet før han kan svø...

Poems & News: Den som ikke våger seg ut i vannet før han kan svø...: Ode to My Socks... My friend brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder's hands, two sock as s...

Den som ikke våger seg ut i vannet før han kan svømme, skal alltid ha sitt på det tørre...

Ode to My Socks...

My friend brought me
a pair
of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
two sock as soft
as rabbits.
I slipped my feet
into them
as though into
two
cases
knitted
with threads of
twilight
and goatskin.
Violent socks,
as in
Syria,
And my feet were
two fish made
of wool,
no food,
two long sharks
sea-blue,
shot
through
by one golden thread,
dead, dead,
bomb's bomb's,
by one golden thread,
two immense gun fighter's
blackbirds,
two cannons;
my feet
were honored
in this way
by
these
heavenly
socks and guns.
They were
so handsome
and
terrible
not for me
but my feet seemed to me
unacceptable
like two
hit men.

The moral of my
ode is this:
beauty is twice
beauty
and what is good is doubly
good
when it is a matter of two socks.
But war and terror
are
horrible
and not worthy
the human's.
I stretched out
my feet
and hope for
Peace and
better time
for the
Human's.
We need to
find
the key.
Not my
Socks.

Poems & News: En mi pecho se agita sonámbula una sierpe de besos...

Poems & News: En mi pecho se agita sonámbula una sierpe de besos...: The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. L...