Kategori: Poesi

Divine Time

The greatest curse is time, elongated time. Not today-tomorrow or eternal time which you, my God, carry like a load on your shoulders but the seconds that flow slowly like the sap in deeprooted trees. Your vengeance must wait a thousand years for one day. Jacob Glatstein 1.v translated from Yiddish by Ruth Whitman

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Book of Common Prayer

The Lord is full of compassion and mercy: longsuffering, and of great goodness. He will not always be chiding: neither keepeth he his anger for ever. Psalm 103, v.8

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Psalm

Thou shalt break the ships of the sea; through the east-wind. Psalm 48, v. 6

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The Other Tiger

A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves back in gloom; Innocent, ruthless, bloodstained, sleek It wanders through its forest and its day Printing a track along the muddy banks Of sluggish streams whose names it does not know (In its world there […]

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Psalm

Turn us again, O God; shew the light of thy coutenance, and we shall be whole. Psalm 80, v.3

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Burke

A man full of warm, speculative benevolence may wish his society otherwise constituted than he finds it, but a good patriot and a true politician always considers how he shall make the most of the existing materials of his country. A disposition to preserve and an ability to improve, taken together, would be my standard […]

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Irsk kyst

Dei tjøresvarte segl frå Aranøyar seglar havsens mørke inn mot land På steinstrender sit og ventar høge fuglar den einaste synberre horisont. Utanfor knurrar Atlanterhavet i jamndøgnsstorm og lokkar: hit, hit Ola Jonsmoen Celle (1971)

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Mercy and Truth

Mercy and truth are met together: rightousness and peace have kissed each other. Truth shall flourish out of the earth; and righteousness hath looked down from heaven. Psalm 85, v.2

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The Mikado

I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something in-conceivable. I can’t help it. I was born sneering. W.S. Gilbert The Mikado (1885)

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