Once was a god whose lovely face, Wan as the poppy and arched in wings, So haunted a votary with his grace And the still wonder that worship...

En värld är varje människa, befolkad av blinda varelser i dunkelt uppror mot jaget konungen som härskar över dem. I varje själ är tusen s...

Son of man, tell me, Hast thou at any time lain in thick darkness, Gazing up into a lightless silence, A dark void vacancy, Like the woe of ...

‘. . . that we mortals should dread the tomb—that’s only natural. And it’s when we are nearing the end that what may be called the real take...

© Alistair Ian Blyth "Language is the means of human communication. In human awareness, it is l anguage that limns the outer and the in...

  В краю чудес, в краю живых растений, Несовершенной мудростью дыша, Зачем ты просишь новых впечатлений И новых бурь, пытливая душа? Не обол...

The hiddenness of perfect things; a shrinking delicacy and mysticism of sentiment (...) the fatality which seems to haunt any signal beauty...

Gerade das Eigentümliche der Sprache, daß sie sich bloß um sich selbst bekümmert, weiß keiner. (...) Wenn man den Leuten nur begreiflich mac...

Lars Gustafsson (1936-2016) After rain Summer rain's sky like an X-ray film where light and shadows mingling show through. Silent forest...

Chaque créature à son tour se trouve, tôt ou tard, avec plus ou moins de clarté, de continuité et surtout d ’ urgence, devant cette insistan...

På natten   Ett öga rullar över golvet, jag vrider mig inåt.     Dörren är stängda läppar, lövet är tungt att bära. Sakta växer hår och nagl...

  I had now the whole south of France, from the banks of the Rhône to those of the Garonne to traverse upon my mule at my own leisure — — at...

Cette distinction est trop obscure, nostre chouse vaut mieux, & puis j ’ay mis dehors tous ceux qui n ’aiment point raillerie, (*) soye...

Unwahrheit hat von einem höhern Gesichtspunkte noch eine viel schlimmere Seite als die gewöhnliche. Sie ist der Grund einer falschen Welt, G...

Once, indeed, now long ago, I found myself reading the first pages of a dingy and dumpy little book, a visionary book, murkily printed, and ...

The corporal put his hat under his left arm, and with his stick hanging upon the wrist of it, by a black thong split into a tassel about the...