Author: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Ich ging im Walde
So für mich hin,
Und nichts zu suchen,
Das war mein Sinn.
Im Schatten sah ich
Ein Blümchen stehn,
Wie Sterne leuchtend
Wie Äuglein schön.
Ich wollt es brechen,
Da sagt' es fein:
Soll ich zum Welken,
Gebrochen sein? ...
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Breath (Georgi Bratanov)
Author: Georgi Bratanov
The sky inhales dusk
expires light.
Again and yet again...
Night and day take turns
Sky and dusk. Sky and light.
Time is round turning
and all constellations
chime over my soul as bells would
Again and yet again...
Where am I, who am I and why
My questions try
To reach the white egg of mystery,
To get into the living kernel of eternity
And to come back along the back route.
To me - me, white
As a Tibet snow-man,
More white, more blue, more rose, more green
And more infinite than susetless down.
The man in the clutches...
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