Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
......
About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.
It must be Nova Scotia; only there
......
We now, held in captivity,
Spring to our bondage nor grieve--
See now, how it is blesseder,
Brothers, to give than receive!
Keep trust, wherefore we were made,
Paying the debt that we owe;
For a clean thrust, and the shear of the blade,
Will carry us where would go.
In silent night when rest I took
For sorrow near I did not look
I waked was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of "Fire!" and "Fire!"
Let no man know is my desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To strengthen me in my distress
And not to leave me succorless.
......
So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,”
Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn---
You rode slowly at first, lest her heart should suspect
That you were glad to be gone;
You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her
......
she envied just one flight
To go back to her other fight
To be an engineer of some sought
That was only her thought
Yet she made the toughest call
Adriana was her name
For a moment its lame
But it can only be tamed
Inside the heart locked and jammed
All because of the toughest call.
......
Schweigende Lippen bewahren mehr
als Worte je tragen könnten
sie halten Zweifel und Nähe fest
ohne eine Erklärung zu verlangen.
In ihrem Stillsein liegt Gewicht
eine Wahrheit ohne Klang
was unausgesprochen bleibt
findet dort seinen Raum.
Have you perhaps, held on too long
to the place you call home?
Have you let too much time slip by,
avoiding the unknown?
It’s hard not to be scared of change,
it happens naturally.
The risk of taking chances, yes
it’s pure anxiety.
......
Ik geef jou mijn hand
zonder te kijken
of jij hem vasthoudt.
Niet omdat ik zeker weet
maar omdat ik geloof
dat je blijft.
The distance between moments of love
is not measured in time,
but in breath held,
in eyes that wait,
in hands
that almost reach.
It is the silence
that remembers
what touch once said.
......