We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The […]
If you were to destroy in mankind the belief in immortality, not only love but every living force maintaining the life of the world would at once be dried up. The Brothers Karamazov (1879) bk.2, ch. 6
Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, and how the wind doth ramm, Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver, Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm, So ‘gainst the winter’s balm. Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm, […]
«The bricks have fallen down, But we will rebuild with smooth stones; The sycamores have been cut down, But we will replace them with cedars.» 9:10 «In 1947 a Bedouin goatherd lost a goat and climbed thee side of a mountain to look for it. The boy entered a cave – today the cave is […]
I det senröda sover namnen: ett väcker din natt och leder det, med vita käppar trevande längs hjärtats sydvall, under pinjerna; en, i mensklig gestalt, skrider mot krukstaden, där regnet tar in som vän till en havstimme. I det blå uttalar den ett skuggprofetisk trädord, och din kärleks namn lägger til sina stavelser. I det […]
Han læste aldrig i en Bok, men hadde ofte sine Tanker paa Gud, det kunde ikke undgaas, det var Troskyldighet og Bæven, Stjærnehimlen, Suset i Skogen, Ensomheten, den store Sne, Vælden på Jorden og over Jorden gjorde ham dyp og andægtig mange Ganger i Døgnet, han var syndig og gudfrygtig, om Søndagene vasket han sig […]
HOG Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders: They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys. And they tell me […]
Sleep, darling I have a small daughter called Cleis, who is like a golden flower I wouldn’t take all Croesus’ kingdom with love thrown in, for her — Don’t ask me what to wear I have no embroidered headband from Sardis to give you, Cleis, such as I wore and my mother always said that […]
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 strove At recess, in the ring; We passed […]
The Bustle in a House The Morning after Death Is solemnest of Industries Enacted upon Earth – The Sweeping up the Heart And putting Love away We shall not want to use again Until Eternity. Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) The Bustle in a House (c. 1866)
