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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XXXIX

The mystery of things, where is she? Where is she that does not appear At least to show us that it is all a mystery? Who knows the river and who knows the tree And me, I am no more … Continue reading

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SLEEPWALKING-NIGHTS: ON WAKING DAYS – FIRST NIGHT

So goodbye, to you, it is a world of beauty, With cool rivers and groves of green! At the time of our parting, feelings relented, With our fresh thoughts also falling ill, I admitted, that you were beautiful, And we … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – X

«Hello, keeper of flocks, By the side of the road, who Tells us of the passing wind?» «What is wind, that passes And that has passed before, And that will be passing again. And you, what does it tell you?»

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – V

There is plenty of metaphysics about not thinking of anything. What do I think of the World? I do not know what I think of the World! If I got sick I would think about it. What idea do I … Continue reading

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GOODBYE MY LOVE

It is with sadness I wave you goodbye, For you have taught me well loves joy. Never will I weep, for with you I grew.

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