beware of dryness of heart love the morning spring the bird with an unknown name the winter oak light on a wall the splendour of the sky they don’t need your warm breath they are there to say: no one will console you be vigilant – when the light on the mountains gives the sign- […]
Les mer»let you sister Scorn not leave you for the informers executioners cowards – they will win they will go to your funeral with relief will throw a lump of earth the woodborer will write your smoothed-over biography and do not forgive truly it is not in your power to forgive in the name of those […]
Les mer»be courageous when the mind deceives you be courageous in the final account only this is important and let your helpless Anger be like the sea whenever your hear the voice of the insulted and beaten by Zbigniew Herbert translated by John Carpenter & Bogdana Carpenter
Les mer»Go where those others went to the dark boundary for the golden fleece of nothingness your last prize go upright among those who are on their knees among those with their backs turned and those toppled in the dust you were saved not in order to live you have little time you must give testimony […]
Les mer»The pebble is a perfect creature equal to itself mindful of its limits filled exactly with a pebbly meaning with a scent that does not remind one of anything does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire its ardour and coldness are just and full of dignity I feel a heavy remorse when I […]
Les mer»in the fourth book of the Peloponnesian War Thucydides tells among other things the story of his unsuccessful expedition among long speeches of chiefs battles sieges plague dense net of intrigues of diplomatic endeavours the episode is like a pin in a forest the Greek colony Amphipolis fell into the hands of Brasidos because Thucydides […]
Les mer»Ideal and beloved voices of those who are dead, or of those who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams; sometimes in thought the mind hears them. And with their sound for a moment return other sounds from the first poetry of our life — like distant […]
Les mer»You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. And […]
Les mer»Our efforts are those of the unfortunate; our efforts are like those of the Trojans. Somewhat we succeed; somewhat we regain confidence; and we start to have courage and high hopes. But something always happens and stops us. Achilles in the trench before us emerges and with loud cries terrifies us.– Our efforts are like […]
Les mer»Undertiden tror man, at man er paa Bunden af Mudderet og saa pludselig opdager man, at der kan synkes endnu flere Alen – hvilket vi da gør. Hver Ting, vi rører ved, gaar galt eller bliver til Ubehag Edvard Brandes i et brev til Alexander Kielland 24.11. 1891.
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