This is what I most want
unpursued, alone
to reach beyond the light
that I am furthest from.
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Tuesday, 29 October 2013
The Giraffe - Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Today I see that your look is particularly sad,
And your hands are particularly fragile, clasped over your knees.
Just listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad
Roams a proud giraffe.
And your hands are particularly fragile, clasped over your knees.
Just listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad
Roams a proud giraffe.
Monday, 28 October 2013
At the Moor - Georg Trakl
Wanderer in the blackened wind. Dry reeds whisper
in the stillness of the moor. A column of savage birds
ensues in the dawning sky.
Over murky waters they cross.
in the stillness of the moor. A column of savage birds
ensues in the dawning sky.
Over murky waters they cross.
Sunday, 27 October 2013
Evening Song - Matthias Claudius
The moon is risen, beaming,
The golden stars are gleaming
So brightly in the skies;
The hushed, black woods are dreaming,
The mists, like phantoms seeming,
From meadows magically rise.
The golden stars are gleaming
So brightly in the skies;
The hushed, black woods are dreaming,
The mists, like phantoms seeming,
From meadows magically rise.
Saturday, 26 October 2013
The Last Picture in the World - Al Purdy
A hunched gray shape
framed by leaves
with lake water behind
framed by leaves
with lake water behind
Friday, 25 October 2013
I Said It To You - Paul Éluard
I said it to you for the clouds
I said it to you for the tree of the sea
I said it to you for the tree of the sea
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
A Bush Christening - A B Banjo Paterson
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.
Tuesday, 22 October 2013
Now it's autumn... - Mihai Eminescu
Now it's autumn, leaves roam and scatter,
Again the wind flings heavy drops against the glazing;
And you're reading old letters, tattered and fading
And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.
Again the wind flings heavy drops against the glazing;
And you're reading old letters, tattered and fading
And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.
Monday, 21 October 2013
The Weathercock of the Cathedral at Quito - Jorge Carrera Andrade
The cock on the weathervane
Cannot flap his wings
Even though today is a feast.
Cannot flap his wings
Even though today is a feast.
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Last Words - Annette Freün von Droste-Hülshoff
When I am gone, brook no complaining,
Beloved, shed no tears, I pray!
Where I shall dwell, there peace is reigning,
There shines an everlasting day.
Beloved, shed no tears, I pray!
Where I shall dwell, there peace is reigning,
There shines an everlasting day.
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