Literature

Many thousand glittering motes
Crowd forward greedily together
In trembling circles.
Extravagantl...
- Hermann Hesse
O my God, my righteous God.
Not you, in heaven apart,
but you, who are within me, God -
within my...
- Hristo Botev
Love is essential.
Sex, mere accident.
Can be equal
Or different.
A man's not an animal:
Is a f...
- Fernando Pessoa
Yet, my pretty sportive friend,
Little is't to such an end
That I praise thy rareness!
Other dogs...
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division f...
- William Butler Yeats
"He sang the brightness of mornings and green rivers,
He sang of smoking water in the rose-col...
- Czeslaw Milosz
Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel i...
- Rainer Maria Rilke
I want to let go -
so I don't give a damn about fine writing,
I'm rolling my sleeves up.
The doug...
- Edith Sodergran
Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks
through which the Duero bends
its crossbow ar...
- Antonio Machado
Today I'm cruel, frenetic, demanding;
I can not even tolerate the most bizarre books.
Incredible! ...
- Cesario Verde
My love
Has told me
That he needs me.

That's why
I take good care of myself
Watch out wh...
- Bertolt Brecht
You know what it is to be born alone,
Baby tortoise!
The first day to heave your feet little by li...
- D. H. Lawrence
Since I lost you I am silence-haunted,
Sounds wave their little wings
A moment, then in weariness...
- D. H. Lawrence
What means for you my simple name?
It soon will die as voice of grief --
A wave splash at a distan...
- Alexander Pushkin
THE water rushed, the water swelled,
A fisherman sat by,
And gazed upon his dancing float
With tr...
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Now I understand!
When to remember me
She vowed,
She said she would forget me,
But kindly!...
- Saigyo Hoshi
The Grave said to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs?&q...
- Victor Hugo
Triumphing over death from the start
Stilling time's unyielding wheel with love's art,
Eternal Bel...
- Vladimir Solovyov