Night | A poem by Anne Brontë, 1845
I love the silent hour of night,For blissful dreams may then arise,Revealing to my charmed sightWhat may not bless my...
Poems
Η βαρύτητα | Reiner Kunze, 1976
Ἡ γῆ εἶναι σίγουρη για μας Μόνο που η γη δεν εἶναι σίγουρη Ἂν ὅμως διαλυόταν κατά την ἀπουσία μας,...
Days [ ) Wander | James Kavanaugh, 1970
Bastian Kalous “I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not...
Painters [*/ ) Sunflowers | Vincent van Gogh / Egon Schiele / Georges Braque / Henri Matisse
"...we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside..." Allen Ginsberg (Sunflower Sutra, 1955) Vincent van Gogh, Les Tournesols, 1888 Egon Schiele, Sunflowers,...
Re-Statement of Romance | A poem by Wallace Stevens, 1935
anon The night knows nothing of the chants of night. It is what it is as I am what I...
Lightly, lightly, very lightly | A poem by Fernando Pessoa, 1914
unknown XIII "Lightly, lightly, very lightly A wind passes very lightly. And goes away, always very lightly. And I don’t...
I will go alone over the mountain | A poem by Erich Mühsam, 1909
Arthur Rackham I will go alone over the mountain, And none shall know my way; Because who would see my...
Song birds inside my head | e.e. cummings / Robert Creeley / Albín Brunovský
“Your head is a living forest full of song birds.” e.e. cummingsAlbín Brunovský“Life does not consist mainly, or even largely,of facts...
Touch has a memory | A poem by John Keats, 1871
Man Ray, Rayograph (The Kiss), 1922 . What can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? for they...
I want to be with those who know secret things, or else alone | Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875-1926
I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough to make every minute holy. I am too tiny...