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    Olav H. Hauge Across the Swamp It is the roots

    from all the trees that have died out here, that’s how you can walk safely over the soft places. Roots like these keep their firmness, it’s possible they’ve lain here centuries. And there is still some dark remains of them under the moss. They are still in the world and...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    1 Response Aug 29, 2015

    Blaise Cendrars Sunsets Everybody talks about

    sunsets All travelers agree about talking about sunsets in these latitudes There are books filled with nothing but descriptions of sunsets The tropical sunsets Yes it’s true they’re splendid But I really prefer the sunrises Dawn I never miss one I’m always on the bridge...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jul 25, 2015

    A Winter Night by Tomas Transtromer The storm

    puts its mouth to the house and blows to get a tone. I toss and turn, my closed eyes reading the storm's text. The child's eyes grow wide in the dark and the storm howls for him. Both love the swinging lamps; both are halfway towards speech. The storm has the hands and wings...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jan 16, 2014

    After a Death Tomas Tranströmer Once there

    was a shock that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail. It keeps us inside. It makes the TV pictures snowy. It settles in cold drops on the telephone wires. One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Feb 7, 2014

    Blaise Cendrars My Dance Plato refuses the

    poet citizenship Wandering Jew Metaphysical Don Juan Friends, relations You've forgotten your customs and acquired no habits You must escape the tyranny of the magazines Literature Impoverished life Misplaced pride Mask Woman, the dance Nietzsche wanted to teach us to dance...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jul 25, 2015

    Matsuo Basho's Haiku I

    The she cat - Grown thin From love and barley. This ruined temple should have its sad tale told only by a clam digger in my new clothing i feel so different, i must look like someone else How wild the sea is, and over Sado Island, the River of Heaven Morning and evening Someone...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Dec 2, 2013

    William Shakespeare Sonnet 123 No,

    Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old; And rather make them...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jul 25, 2015

    Tomas Tranströmer From March 1979 Weary of all

    who come with words, words but no language I make my way to the snow-covered island. The untamed has no words. The unwritten pages spread out on every side! I come upon the tracks of deer’s hooves in the snow. Language but no words.
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    May 16, 2015

    Friedrich Hölderlin Human Applause Isn't my

    heart holy, more full of life's beauty, since I fell in love? Why did you like me more when I was prouder and wilder, more full of words, yet emptier? Well, the crowd likes whatever sells in the marketplace; and no one but a slave...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Apr 11, 2015

    Tom Waits - That Feel Well there's one thing

    you can't lose It's that feel Your pants, your shirt, your shoes But not that feel You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When you're coming into town Once you hang it on the wall You can never...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Dec 13, 2013

    Ror Wolf wetterverhältnisse es schneit,

    dann fällt der regen nieder, dann schneit es, regnet es und schneit, dann regnet es die ganze Zeit, es regnet und dann schneit es wieder. 1984
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Feb 3, 2015

    Friedrich HölderlinWhen I Was A BoyWhen I

    was a boya god would often rescue mefrom the shouting and violence of humans.Then, safe and well, I would playwith the meadow flowers,and heaven's breezeswould play with me.And as you delight the heartof plants, stretching their tenderarms toward you,Father Helios,so you...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Apr 11, 2015

    Espresso Tomas Tranströmer Black coffee at

    sidewalk cafes With chairs and tables like gaudy insects. It is a precious sip we intercept Filled with the same strength as Yes and No. It is fetched out of gloomy kitchens And looks into the sun without blinking. In daylight a dot of wholesome black Quickly drained by the...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Feb 6, 2014

    Friedrich Rückert I am lost to the world with

    which I used to waste so much time, It has heard nothing from me for so long that it may very well believe that I am dead! It is of no consequence to me Whether it thinks me dead; I cannot deny it, for I really am dead to the world. I am dead to the world's tumult, And I rest...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Feb 5, 2014

    Olav H. Hauge You Are The Wind Translated by:

    Robert Bly I am a boat without wind. You were the wind. Was that the direction I wanted to go? Who cares about directions with a wind like that!
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Aug 29, 2015

    Olav H. Hauge December Moon 1969 Translated by:

    Robert Bly It hides its steel In a silver sheath. On the edge there is blood
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Aug 29, 2015

    Leaflet by Tomas Tranströmer The silent rage

    scribbles on the wall inward. Fruit tress in blossom, the cuckoo calls. It's spring narcosis. But the silent rage paint its slogans backward in the garages. We see all and nothing, but straight as periscopes wielded by the underground's shy crew. It's the war of the minutes...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Apr 20, 2014

    Nikolay Gumilev The Giraffe Today,

    I see, your gaze is particularly forlorn, And your hands particularly thin, embracing your knees. Listen: far away, far away, on Lake Chad, A refined giraffe is roaming. His proportions are harmonious and his legs are long, And a bewitching pattern adorns his skin; Nothing...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jun 22, 2014

    Allegro by Tomas Tranströmer After a black

    day, I play Haydn, and feel a little warmth in my hands. The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall. The sound is spirited, green, and full of silence. The sound says that freedom exists and someone pays no tax to Caesar. I shove my hands in my haydnpockets and act like a man...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jan 16, 2014

    Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan Poe

    It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Nov 26, 2013

    TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER The high-tension lines taut

    in cold’s brittle kingdom north of all music. The white sun, training alone, runs the long distance to death’s blue mountains. We need to exist with the finely printed grass and cellar-laughter. The sun lies low now...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jun 6, 2014

    Tomas Tranströmer Icelandic Hurricane

    No earth tremor, but a skyquake. Turner could have painted it, secured by ropes. A single mitten whirled past right now, several miles from its hand. Facing the storm I am heading for that house on the other side of the field. I flutter in the hurricane. I am being x-rayed, my...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jun 6, 2014

    The Love-song Of J. Alfred Prufrock By T.s. Eliot

    The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T.S. Eliot Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Oct 8, 2013

    Juan Gelman lament for philip’s tiny

    tree philip removed his servile shirt filled with afternoons in the office and smiles to the boss and assassinations of his child romantically speaking his child operated cut transplanted grafted of bucolic springs and Ginger Street flying high true in the cruel or gray August...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    1 Response Aug 11, 2014

    On The White Poppy By Matsuo Basho

    On the white poppy, a butterfly’s torn wing is a keepsake
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Nov 29, 2013

    Below Zero by Tomas Tranströmer We are

    at a feast which doesn’t love us. At last the feast sheds its mask and shows itself for what it really is: a switchyard, cold colossi sit on rails in the mist. A piece of chalk has scribbled on the freight car doors. It musn’t be said, but there is much suppressed...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Oct 3, 2014

    Nikolay Gumilev Magic Violin Darling boy,

    You are so merry, your smile is bright and clean, Don't ask for this perfect happiness, poison for all our worlds… You don't know, You don't know what defines this polish violin, What secret horror hides in these initial accords. A someone who takes her body in his imperative...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jun 22, 2014

    Romanesque Arches by Tomas Tranströmer (trans.

    Robin Fulton) Inside the huge romanesque church the tourists jostled in the half darkness. Vault gaped behind vault, no complete view. A few candle-flames flickered. An angel with no face embraced me and whispered through my whole body: “Don’t be ashamed of being human, be...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Dec 25, 2014

    Ballade: Du Concours De Blois By FrançOis Villon

    I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain, Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth: In my own land, I'm in a far domain: Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief: Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe, I smile in tears, wait without expectation: Taking my comfort in sad...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Nov 29, 2013

    Preludes T. S. Eliot IV His soul stretched

    tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o’clock; And short square fingers stuffing pipes, And evening newspapers, and eyes Assured of certain certainties, The conscience of a blackened street Impatient to...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jan 24, 2015

    Olav H. Hauge Up on Top Translated By Robert

    Bly After stumbling a long time over impossible trails you are up on top. Hardship didn't crush you, you trod it down, climbed higher. That's how you see it. After life has tossed you away, and you ended up on top like a one-legged wooden horse on a dump...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Aug 29, 2015

    Basho's Death Poem By Matsuo Basho

    Sick on my journey, only my dreams will wander these desolate moors
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Nov 29, 2013
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    May 9, 2014

    TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER translation by Patty

    Crane April and Silence Spring lies forsaken. The velvet-dark ditch crawls by my side without reflections. The only thing that shines are yellow flowers. I am cradled in my shadow like a fiddle in its black case. The only thing I want to say glimmers out of reach like the...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Mar 14, 2014

    Nikolay Gumilev The Streetcar That Lost Its

    Way While walking down a strange street I suddenly heard the cawing of crows, Distant thunder, and the tones of a lute — Here came a streetcar flying past. How I managed to leap to its step Is beyond me — even in the bright Daylight it spewed behind itself In the...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jun 13, 2014

    Dylan Thomas Ears In The Turrets Hear Ears in

    the turrets hear Hands grumble on the door, Eyes in the gables see The fingers at the locks. Shall I unbolt or stay Alone till the day I die Unseen by stranger-eyes In this white house? Hands, hold you poison or grapes? Beyond this island bound By a thin sea of flesh...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Jul 22, 2014

    Ezra Pound Ancient Wisdom,

    Rather Cosmic So-shu dreamed, And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly, He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else, Hence his contentment.
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Feb 3, 2015

    The Gods Of Greece by Friedrich Schiller Ye in

    the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of happy men In the light leading-strings of careless joy! Ah, flourished then your service of delight! How different, oh, how different, in the day When thy sweet fanes with many a...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Dec 5, 2013

    September 1, 1939 By W.h. Auden

    I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Nov 26, 2013

    First Fig - Edna St Vincent Millay My candle

    burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-- It gives a lovely light!
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Dec 6, 2013

    The Indoors is Endless by Tomas Tranströmer

    It’s spring in 1827, Beethoven hoists his death-mask and sails off. The grindstones are turning in Europe’s windmills. The wild geese are flying northwards. Here is the north, here is Stockholm swimming palaces and hovels. The logs in the royal fireplace collapse from...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Dec 7, 2013

    The Stranger By Charles Baudelaire

    Tell me, enigmatic man, whom do you love the best? Your father, or your mother, or your sister, or your brother? I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother. Your friends? You are using a word whose meaning remains unknown to me to this very day. Your country? I...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Nov 26, 2013

    Count The Almonds By Paul Celan

    Count the Almonds, count, what was bitter, watched for you, count me in: I sought your Eye, as it opened and no one announced you, I spun that hidden Thread, on which the Dew, of your thought, slid down to the Pitchers, that a Speech, which no one’s Heart found, guarded. Only...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Nov 26, 2013

    Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare Sonnet

    from The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1923) Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Dec 6, 2013

    Schubertiana by Tomas Tranströmer translated

    by Robert Fulton I In the evening darkness in a place outside New York, a viewpoint point where one single glance will encompass the homes of eight million people. The giant city over there is a long shimmering drift, a spiral galaxy seen...
    ggould ggould
    36-40, F
    Apr 24, 2015
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