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zondag 31 oktober 2010
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"Just so"
" No time for tea or lemonade.
Some moments of the day
Were only half awake
Drink a toast to the sun
To the things that never go,
To the break of the day
That is all that I say"
Some moments of the day
Were only half awake
Drink a toast to the sun
To the things that never go,
To the break of the day
That is all that I say"
zondag 24 oktober 2010
zaterdag 23 oktober 2010
full moon rising
The Cat And The Moon - William Butler Yeats
The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet.
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
Labels:
onderweg,
ontmoetingen,
poetry,
staglieno
vrijdag 22 oktober 2010
woensdag 20 oktober 2010
zaterdag 16 oktober 2010
fotograferen tegen de zon in
WILD GEESE
You do not have to be good,
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting,
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile, the world goes on,
Meanwhile, the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes,
Over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers,
Meanwhile, the wild geese, high in the clean blue air are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
The world offers itself to your imagination.
Calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting,
Over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Mary Oliver
zondag 10 oktober 2010
10.10.10
Herbsttag
Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groĆ.
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,
und auf den Fluren laĆ die Winde los.
Befiehl den letzten FrĆ¼chten voll zu sein;
gieb ihnen noch zwei sĆ¼dlichere Tage,
drƤnge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage
die letzte SĆ¼Će in den schweren Wein.
Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her
unruhig wandern, wenn die BlƤtter treiben.
Aus: Das Buch der Bilder
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