Literature

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far beyond the road I have begun,
So we are grasped by...
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Slow in the dawn, a young man, hollow-eyed
from lengthy thought and unrewarding vigils,
is lost in...
- Jorge Luis Borges
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
...
- D. H. Lawrence
We are a liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
whereas letters are fixed,
...
- D. H. Lawrence
Maybe because you always have appeared
The image of that fatal rest to me,
O night! You come tow...
- Ugo Fuscolo
I like that you are crazy not with me,
I like that I’m not with you crazy, either,
That ne’er ...
- Marina Tsvetaeva
Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Fa...
- Oscar Wilde
Press my breasts,
Part the veil of mystery,
A flower blooms there,
Crimson and fragrant....
- Akiko Yosano
That mirror
Which makes of men a transparency,
Who holds that mirror
And bids us such a breast...
- Thomas Hardy
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while ...
- James Joyce
That pretty girl--
munching and rustling
the wrapped-up rice cake....
- Kobayashi Issa
Below Mirabeau Bridge flows River Seine
Just like our loves.
Must one recall it to my mind that ...
- Guillaume Apollinaire
My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To ...
- Hermann Hesse
If the angel at your table suddenly
makes up his mind, Be quiet;
gently smooth the few wrinkles
i...
- Rainer Maria Rilke
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the ...
- William Shakespeare
Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, ...
- William Shakespeare
Has my heart gone to sleep?
Have the beehives of my dreams
stopped working, the waterwheel
of the...
- Antonio Machado
She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the color of my eye
She has t...
- Paul Eluard