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Showing posts with label Switzerland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Switzerland. Show all posts

Monday, 8 June 2026

The Clearing - Francisca Stoecklin

I think of you. I think of our hours of love
That we spent, so sweetly, in the wooded depths..
On damp leaves, past earnest firs,
Beech, brown mushrooms on hardly trodden
Paths, we came to a clearing.

Saturday, 28 February 2026

Love - Regina Ullmann

You can see! Then mind that your eyes see nothing like what was once seen!

Sunday, 25 January 2026

O Holy Spirit, blessed Comforter - César Malan

O Holy Spirit, blessed Comforter, 
Who hast revealed the Saviour to my heart, 
Lead me again to him whom I adore, 
And the assurance of his love impart. 

Tuesday, 24 December 2024

Hymn for the Nativity - Notker Balbulus

Before the ages and the stars of morn
The ever-living Son of God was born;
Whom, as their Maker, heaven and earth adore,
- And the wide ocean sings from shore to shore,

Thursday, 21 November 2024

The Stragglers - Carl Spitteler

"Have all the bell-notes come back to me?"
"All but the notes that stray farthest - three."
"And which are those that return so late?"
"The full-toned, the searching, the delicate."

Sunday, 11 February 2024

The Alleluiatic Sequence - Notker Balbulus

Come, let us all sing out the song of praise, 
Swelling in thanks to our eternal Lord, 
Alleluia!

Tuesday, 13 September 2022

Love sonnet from the perspective of Rod, a jock mouse who lived on my animal crossing island for 3 months - Jiaqi Kang

My house is blue, inside and out, and I
a purple mouse. The sea and sky are blue
and fish, some bugs, my neighbor Stu: it’s true!!

Thursday, 17 March 2022

hayfever - Jiaqi Kang

i don’t know the names of any flowers i’m sorry
except for this one time when i woke up in palo alto at 5am

Tuesday, 11 May 2021

The Beggar - Carl Spitteler

He was my foe, and friend he was to none.
I read his death, unmoved, but yesterday.

Sunday, 8 November 2020

In the midst of life, behold - Notker Balbulus

In the midst of life, behold
Death has girt us round.
Whom for help then shall we pray,
Where shall grace be found?

Tuesday, 27 October 2020

The Modest Little Wish - Carl Spitteler

In the days when I was little
   had they asked me what I wanted,
What I'd wish for first if wishes
   ever could be really granted,

Wednesday, 5 August 2020

A True Story of Daily Life - Hans Manz

My next-door neighbour,
a Chinese guy from Hong Kong,
sweeps, whenever he reaches for his broom,

Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Belovèd - Francisca Stoecklin

Let yourself again and again
Be embraced by my words.
Let them lie around you
Like the coat
That you drape about me

Friday, 14 February 2020

I Am Going to Sleep - Alfonsina Storni

Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,
Hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,
Prepare the earthly sheets for me
And the down quilt of weeded moss.

Saturday, 23 November 2019

Quotes - Brigitte Fuchs

All rivers flow to the sea the sea
never fills up. Also the woman. And the
sun. Racing back to the place out of
breath. Attempting anew to be woman

Sunday, 22 September 2019

O Holy Ghost! Thy heavenly dew - John Caspar Lavatar

O Holy Ghost! Thy heavenly dew
The hearts of sinners can renew;
Thou dost within our breasts abide,
And still to holy actions guide.

Monday, 17 June 2019

The Friend - Francisca Stoecklin

You are so far away.
The space that parts our gaze
Cannot be bridged
in a single day.

Monday, 6 May 2019

Green Fingers - Carl Spitteler

Green Fingers rides through the wood.

And never a word says she,
But she sets her mark upon every tree.
And soon there's a whisper, a titter,
And out comes Kobolds with a skitter
To dance in the faery-ring,
And high in the branches swing -
Kobold,
Catch the gold
That on branching boughs doth its curls unfold.

Saturday, 24 November 2018

Far as I journey from my lady fair - Johannes Hadloub

Far as I journey from my lady fair,
I have a messenger who quickly goes,
Morning, and noon, and at the evening’s close:

Monday, 20 August 2018

Morning Bell - Carl Spitteler

It seemed as though the dawn would never come
To save me from the night's delirium,
Those hells of thought I wandered in - who schooled
My brain at other times, and strictly ruled
Its every motion. Fever now was king;