Literature

Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks
through which the Duero bends
its crossbow ar...
- Antonio Machado
"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 would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sle...
- Langston Hughes
The moon, alone,
Taunts me from the heavens
With memories of you;
Should you feel the same, then
...
- Saigyo Hoshi
The inner fire is the most important thing mankind possesses....
- Edith Sodergran
By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling;
...
- Henry Clarence Kendall
I want to go with the one I love.
I do not want to calculate the cost.
I do not want to think ab...
- Bertolt Brecht
Is this not that moon?
And Spring: is as the Spring of old
Is it not?
Only this body of mine
Is ...
- Ariwara no Narihira
Strange father!
Your children will not let you down,
they are coming across the earth with the foo...
- Edith Sodergran
The invisible particles of the air
quiver and ignite around me;
the sky dissolves into rays of gol...
- Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Let them talk, let them talk,
let the crows flap their wings,
for what my eyes have seen
must not...
- Emilio Prados
My lonely life wanders in the streets,
Along the countryside or the walls of the room.
No blood fl...
- Martinus Nijhoff
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
...
- D. H. Lawrence
By far the worst is the hamburger lady.
We must heal them for the qualified technicians,
Worse,
A...
- Genesis P-Orridge
While young, oh brother, plant crops of grain
And do not neglect the soil! Then, when you feel
How...
- Vincas Kudirka
Drink till after twelve or more,
Live it up with madmen !
Earth is but my chamber floor
And th...
- Carl Michael Bellman
That tree whose leaves are trembling
is yearning for something.

That tree so lovely to look at...
- Diego Hurtado de Mendoza