I don’t know when I died. It always seemed to me I died old, about ninety years old, and what years, and that my body bore it out, from head to foot. But this evening, alone in my icy bed, I have the feeling I’ll be older than the day, the night, when the sky […]
They clothed me and gave me money. I knew what the money was for, it was to get me started. When it was gone I would have to get more, if I wanted to go on. The same for the shoes, when they were worn out I would have to get them mended, or get […]
Med tigande kropp ligger du i sanden nära mig, bestjärnad ….. Bröt sig en stråle över til mig? Eller var det staven, som man bröt över oss, som lyser så? Paul Celan
I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And i feel soaked to the skin. Leonard Cohen in Observer 2. May 1993L
Han som räknade timmerna för oss Han som räknade timmerna för oss, han räknar videre. Vad kan han räkna, säg? Han räknar och räknar. Inte kallara blir det, inte nattligare, inte fuktigare. Bare det som hjälpte oss att lyssna: det lyssnar nu ensamt för sig. (Nur was uns lauschen half: es lauscht nun für sich […]
Pour juger des choses grandes et hautes, il faut une âme de même, autrement nous leur attribuons le vice qui est le nôtre. To make judgements about great and lofty things, a soul of the same stature is needed; otherwise we ascribe to them that vice which is our own. Essais (1580)
To forgive enemies H… does pretend, Who never in his life forgave a friend. W. Blake MS Note-Book
En sen Søndag Aften i August Maaneed sad han og Moderen ude ved Enden av Huset. Det var stille, ganske stille. Duggen begyndte at udfældes paa det mørkee Græs. Oppe i byen larmede og hujede Børnene i Stilheden, man kunde høre, at de legede Tafat om Købmandens tomme Tønder. Ude over Hederanden, som var helt […]
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone. Walter de la Mare (1873-1956) The Listeners (1912)
«Such», he said, «O King, seems to me the present life of men on earth, in comparison with that time which to us is uncertain, as if when on a winter’s night you sit feasting with your ealdormen and thegns, – a single sparrow should fly swiftly into the hall, and coming in at one […]
