Tag Archives: Seeing

SONG OF THE STILL GARDENER

What you didn’t suspect was she lives trembling in the air. In a treasury of the day which you scarcely touch. Moments come and go laden with no one to look at them.

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XXVI

If I do interrogate when I am astonishedNo new fresh flowers are born in the meadowsNor does it change anything in the sun so that it becomes more beautiful…(Even if fresh flowers were born in the meadowAnd the sun changed … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XXIII

My blue eyes are like the sky Which is calm like water in the sunlight. It is so, blue and calm, Because we don’t interrogate not even in astonishment…

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XLIV

I suddenly wake up at night, And my watch occupies the whole night. I no longer feel Nature outside. My room is one dark thing with walls dimly white. Outside there is a stillness as if nothing exists. Only the … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XLVII

On a breathtakingly clear day, A day when I had a desire to work hard Yet hearing her was like not working on anything, I saw a glimpse, like a road through the trees, Of what may be her Biggest … Continue reading

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