When people aren't asking questions
They're making suggestions
Monday, 12 November 2012
Saturday, 10 November 2012
Franz Grillparzer - A Kiss
A hand is to be kissed respectfully,
The forehead solemnly, with friendship,
The forehead solemnly, with friendship,
Friday, 9 November 2012
The Shining Hours (XI) - Emile Verhaeren
How readily delight is aroused in her,
with her eyes of fiery ecstasy,
she who is gentle and resigned
before life in so simple a fashion.
with her eyes of fiery ecstasy,
she who is gentle and resigned
before life in so simple a fashion.
Thursday, 8 November 2012
Cups Without Wine - Yehudah HaLevi
Cups without wine are low things
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Soft Caramel - Jean Cocteau
Take a young girl.
Fill her with ice and gin
shake it all up to make it androgynous
Fill her with ice and gin
shake it all up to make it androgynous
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
A Cowherding girl - Mirabai
The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl—
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl—
Sunday, 4 November 2012
Evening Prayer - Eliza Lee Follen
Great Source of being,
Father all-seeing!
We bow before thee;
Our souls adore thee;
Help us obey thee;
Guide us aright;
Keep us, we pray thee,
Through the long night.
Father all-seeing!
We bow before thee;
Our souls adore thee;
Help us obey thee;
Guide us aright;
Keep us, we pray thee,
Through the long night.
Saturday, 3 November 2012
Last News About The Little Box - Vasko Popa
The little box which contains the world
Fell in love with herself
And conceived
Still another little box
Fell in love with herself
And conceived
Still another little box
Friday, 2 November 2012
An Hour - Czesław Miłosz
Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees,
From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices
And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me.
From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices
And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me.
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Look To This Day - Kālidāsa
Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of achievement
Are but experiences of time.
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of achievement
Are but experiences of time.
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