13/03/2010

Fuga di Giovinezza

La stanca estate china il capo specchia nell' acqua il suo biondo volto. Erro stanco e impolverato nell' ombra del viale. Tra i pioppi soffia una leggera brezza. Il cielo alle mie spalle e' rosso di fronte l' ansia della sera - e il tramonto - e la morte. E vado stanco e impolverato e dietro a me resta esitante la giovinezza, china il capo e non vuole più seguire la strada con me. Hermann Hesse continua

13/03/2010

Good-Bye My Fancy!

Good-bye my Fancy! Farewell dear mate, dear love! I'm going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I ...continua

12/03/2010

Unseen Buds

Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well, Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch, Germinal, exquisite, in delicate ...continua

12/03/2010

Grand Is the Seen

Grand is the seen, the light, to me—grand are the sky and stars, Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space, ...continua

12/03/2010

The Unexpress’d

How dare one say it? After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, Vaunted Ionia's, India's—Homer, Shakspere—the long, long times' ...continua

12/03/2010

L. of G.’s Purport

Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable masses (even to expose them,) But add, ...continua

12/03/2010

Mirages

More experiences and sights, stranger, than you'd think for; Times again, now mostly just after sunrise or before sunset, Sometimes in spring, oftener ...continua

11/03/2010

“The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete”

The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas'd, The countless (nineteen-twentieths) low and evil, crude and savage, The crazed, prisoners in jail, ...continua