Im alten Hause; vor mir frei seh ich ganz Prag in weiter Runde; tief unten geht die Dämmerstunde mit lautlos leisem Schritt vorbei. Die Stadt verschwimmt wie hinter Glas. Nur hoch, wie ein behelmter Hüne, ragt klar vor mir die grünspangrüne Turmkuppel von Sankt Nikolas. Schon blinzelt da und dort ein Licht fern auf im […]
Les mer»Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the […]
Les mer»Ord lever, røster lever ikke i stemningens kvelende lykke sansenes bølge av salighet men bare i stillheten – født av stillhet som havet lyttende til sin egen taushet ikke stillheten når lyd forstummer ikke i skyggen bevisstheten uten bevissthet men stillheten når lyd opphører å eksistere øyeblikket ved kilden eller øyeblikket i gaten når larmen […]
Les mer»My general theory since 1971 has been that the word is literally a virus, and that it has not been recognised as such because it has achieved a state of relatively stable symbiosis with its human host; that is to say, the word virus (the Other Half) has established itself so firmly as an accepted […]
Les mer»And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake, All that vast yesterday over which today I bend? They will be as lost as Carthage, Scourged by the Romans with fire and salt. At dawn I seem to hear the turbulent Murmur of crowds milling and fading away; They are all I have been loved by, […]
Les mer»There is among all your memories one Which has now been lost beyond recall. You will not be seen going down to that fountain Neither by white sun nor by yellow moon. You will never recapture what the Persian Said in his language woven with birds and roses, When, in the sunset, before the light […]
Les mer»Through the dawning window night withdraws And among the stacked books which throw Irregular shadows on the dim table, There must be one which I will never read. There is in the South more than one worn gate, With its cement urns and planted cactus, Which is already forbidden to my entry, Inaccessible, as in […]
Les mer»Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That I by now have walked for the last time Without guessing it, the pawn of that Someone Who fixes in advance omnipotent laws, Sets up a secret and unwavering scale for all the shadows, dreams, […]
Les mer»When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired, and sick, Till […]
Les mer»A flame is in my blood burning dry life, to the bone. I do not sing of stone, now, I sing of wood. It is light and coarse: made of a single spar, the oak’s deep heart, and the fisherman’s oar. Drive them deep, the piles: hammer them in tight, around wooden Paradise, where everything […]
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