Guitarra--Heartstrings

He plays the strings so softly,
his fingers touch my heart.
A long-forgotten pain
is remembered in the chords:
The trembling sound of hope--
I hear it once again.
Play on, my heartstrings cry;
play on!
--Kindred Spirit

Birds Migrate at Night

Over the glittering, rattled ladders of shale
the birds cross, tangential to the sea at night.
Hour upon hour you can sense the undulation of wings.
If you lift your cheek quite carefully
you can feel the kiss and the wisp of air
stirred by the inaudible glide.

--Jan Haag

from A WInter Night

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
--Boris Pasternak

At the break of dreams

It's true that you have gone away

Never to return, or so it seems;

But love once found is never lost.

And so I know that we will meet again

At the break of dreams.

Dream

“Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream.”

--William Sharp

Blow, you wintry winds

Blow, you wintry winds,
Blow cold, blow cruel.
Blow how ye will,
Your chill can ne'er compare
To the coldness in his heart.
December's frigid gale
Is warmer than is he:
So cold, so cruel.
So blow, you wintry winds,
And moan for this poor fool
Whose heart's a frozen sea:
Now cold, now cruel,
Who ne'er looks back at me.


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The night

“A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.”

--Lord Dunsany