dinsdag 8 mei 2012
maandag 30 april 2012
woensdag 25 april 2012
i carry your heart with me - E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
zondag 22 april 2012
donderdag 19 april 2012
zondag 8 april 2012
vrijdag 6 april 2012
dinsdag 3 april 2012
maandag 26 maart 2012
zaterdag 3 maart 2012
zondag 12 februari 2012
zaterdag 11 februari 2012
vrijdag 10 februari 2012
Do not stand at my grave and weep - Mary Elizabeth Frye
- Do not stand at my grave and weep,
- I am not there; I do not sleep.
- I am a thousand winds that blow,
- I am the diamond glints on snow,
- I am the sun on ripened grain,
- I am the gentle autumn rain.
- When you awaken in the morning’s hush
- I am the swift uplifting rush
- Of quiet birds in circling flight.
- I am the soft star-shine at night.
- Do not stand at my grave and cry,
- I am not there; I did not die.
zaterdag 28 januari 2012
donderdag 26 januari 2012
O, schitterend in de oneindigheid van je bestaan - Claude van de Berge
O, schitterend in de oneindigheid van je bestaan.
In de ruimte wit van de sterren.
De doorschijnende echo in het spiegellandschap.
En de echo neemt de vorm aan van een gelaat
dat we verlangen lang aan te kijken.
De aanbidding verspreidt zich over het aangezicht
met het geheime gewicht van licht.
Het vuur van de schemering brandt tussen de stenen,
omringd door barstende randen van zout, het vuur
waarin de dagen breken als glas, als schalen
overvloeiend van sterren.
O, schitterend in de oneindigheid van je bestaan.
Wezenlijk en werkelijk als het onzichtbare.
De zonsondergang is omringd door stemmen, neerdalend
op de stilte.
De sterren schuren de oevers glad.
In de ruimte wit van de sterren.
De doorschijnende echo in het spiegellandschap.
En de echo neemt de vorm aan van een gelaat
dat we verlangen lang aan te kijken.
De aanbidding verspreidt zich over het aangezicht
met het geheime gewicht van licht.
Het vuur van de schemering brandt tussen de stenen,
omringd door barstende randen van zout, het vuur
waarin de dagen breken als glas, als schalen
overvloeiend van sterren.
O, schitterend in de oneindigheid van je bestaan.
Wezenlijk en werkelijk als het onzichtbare.
De zonsondergang is omringd door stemmen, neerdalend
op de stilte.
De sterren schuren de oevers glad.
woensdag 25 januari 2012
dinsdag 24 januari 2012
Mary Oliver - The Swan
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross
Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings
Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross
Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings
Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
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