Tanker trukket gennem glas

Aeneste

De sødeste fødder og de klogeste ord

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Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie.

Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
Why does a chicken? I don't know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie.

Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie.

(milne)

Reklamer

Sommervarme og svedige kinder

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My little one whose tongue is dumb,
 whose fingers cannot hold to things,
 who is so mercilessly young,
 he leaps upon the instant things,

 I hold him not. Indeed, who could?
 He runs into the burning wood.
 Follow, follow if you can!
 He will come out grown a man

 and not remember whom he kissed,
 who caught him by the slender wrist
 and bound him by a tender yoke
 which, understanding not, he broke.

(Tennessee Williams)

Sidebemærkning

Inderkredsen

 

Billede

When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt

Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring
Let it go. Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.

(Leunig)

Vand og veninder

Billede

 

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

(yeats)

Sidebemærkning

Billede

Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,

between “green thread”
and “broccoli” you find
that you have penciled “sunlight.”

Billede

Citronskægget

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

(auden)

Billede

Ventetid

Ventetid

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than
too late.

(bukowski)