I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue,
Sweat, and a clinging sheet.
My flesh was its own shield:
Where it was gashed, it healed.
I grew as I explored
The body I could trust
......
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
......
Arisen, she tumbled into a dream which, replicated a memory of one previously.
Uncertain and still, like the tiptoe of a newborn finch on the branch, a world of chaos lay before her.
The only certainty was the risk itself.
The tree loses its leaves but stands tall, embedded within its roots.
She took a tumble; the sudden reality of a harsh end ironically, saved her from it.
Fly away new homebird.
Our roots will stay strong forever. Do not be afraid to fall...
We will catch you, always.
......
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
......
My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for my share
When we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:—
"The Saxon is not like us Normans, His manners are not so polite.
But he never means anything serious till he talks about justice and right.
When he stands like an ox in the furrow with his sullen set eyes on your own,
And grumbles, "This isn't fair dealings," my son, leave the Saxon alone.
......
De stilte huilt tussen de muren,
gedachten razen zonder rust.
De klok tikt traag in zwarte uren,
de lucht gevuld met lege lust.
Een deken warm,maar hart zo koud,
verloren in het donk're licht.
De nacht vertelt wat niemand houdt,
een schaduw fluistert zacht mijn plicht.
......
Das Schweigen weint zwischen den Wänden,
Gedanken rasen ohne Ruh.
Die Uhr tickt langsam in dunklen Bänden,
die Luft erfüllt von leerem Du.
Die Decke warm,doch Herz so kalt,
verloren in dem dunklen Licht.
Die Nacht erzählt, was keiner hält,
ein Schatten flüstert meine Pflicht.
......
Arisen, she tumbled into a dream which, replicated a memory of one previously.
Uncertain and still, like the tiptoe of a newborn finch on the branch, a world of chaos lay before her.
The only certainty was the risk itself.
The tree loses its leaves but stands tall, embedded within its roots.
She took a tumble; the sudden reality of a harsh end ironically, saved her from it.
Fly away new homebird.
Our roots will stay strong forever. Do not be afraid to fall...
We will catch you, always.
......
Ze zeggen:
je kunt geen appels met peren vergelijken.
Alsof verschil iets is
dat we moeten vermijden,
alsof anders zijn
een fout in de berekening is.
Maar ik zie een appel
die glanst in zijn ronde zekerheid,
en een peer
......
Please tell me
That I can put my trust in your love
God
Because
I know that your love exist
But
I just don't know if I can put my trust in your love
Please tell me
That I can built my trust in you
I want to do that
......