Crickets are singing.
They’re singing as if to say,
“If I don’t sing now it’ll be too late.”
Naturally
that makes me cry.
***
A day with clouds.
The clouds are sad.
A day without clouds.
The sky is sad.
***
QUIET
Each tree
casts a shadow.
A tree
is a quiet flame.
Jukichi Yagi, Note D (1926)
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Μου άρεσαν πολύ αυτοί οι στίχοι. Θα ήθελα να μάθω για αυτόν τον ποιητή.
Μια άλλη πρόταση:
THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US
THE world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The Winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;
It moves us not—-Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn
Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Καλησπέρα maximus,
In Wordsworth's poetry we savour the taste of each word.
αυτό δεν είναι διάλειμμα.
είναι η διδασκαλία η ίδια.
χαίρε.
Ωραία το έθεσες - άλλωστε, στην στιγμιαία παύση από την καθημερινή τριβή ακούγεται πιο καθαρά το νόημα των πραγμάτων.
πες το ψέματα.
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