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The sea has broken thousands of toys and thrown them up on the sand -
in vain I seek an ornament to give my beauty brilliance.
Come, sit down with me, I shall tell you about my sorrows,
we shall talk with one another of secrets.
You will show me your beauty and your way of looking
and I shall offer you my silence and my custom of listening.
— Jan 21, 2016 01:00AM
in vain I seek an ornament to give my beauty brilliance.
Come, sit down with me, I shall tell you about my sorrows,
we shall talk with one another of secrets.
You will show me your beauty and your way of looking
and I shall offer you my silence and my custom of listening.
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Jane
is 61% done
In far-off lands stand the great stones
on which my thoughts rest.
It was a foreigner who wrote the strange words
on the hard board that is called my soul.
Days and nights I lie and think
about things that never happened:
my thirsty soul was once given a drink.
— Jan 19, 2016 12:36AM
on which my thoughts rest.
It was a foreigner who wrote the strange words
on the hard board that is called my soul.
Days and nights I lie and think
about things that never happened:
my thirsty soul was once given a drink.
Jane
is 39% done
Ripe summer's sweetness dripped
in pearls from every tree
and into my opened heart
a little drop ran down.
— Jan 17, 2016 12:48AM
in pearls from every tree
and into my opened heart
a little drop ran down.
Jane
is 26% done
In the shadow of the rocks my wildness stays awake,
ready to fly at the slightest whisper, at approaching steps...
I have a door to all four winds.
I have a golden door to the east – for love that never comes,
I have a door for day and another for sadness,
I have a door for death – that one is always open
— Jan 15, 2016 05:42AM
ready to fly at the slightest whisper, at approaching steps...
I have a door to all four winds.
I have a golden door to the east – for love that never comes,
I have a door for day and another for sadness,
I have a door for death – that one is always open
Jane
is 9% done
I live on in the sweetness of old days
with strangers who build new dwellings
on blue hills up to the edge of the sky,
I talk softly with the captured trees
and comfort them sometimes.
How slowly time consumes the core of things,
and soundlessly treads fate’s heavy heel.
— Jan 13, 2016 01:47AM
with strangers who build new dwellings
on blue hills up to the edge of the sky,
I talk softly with the captured trees
and comfort them sometimes.
How slowly time consumes the core of things,
and soundlessly treads fate’s heavy heel.
Jane
is 8% done
O conqueror with cold eyes,
I take the crown you reach to me,
it bows my head down to my heart...
— Jan 11, 2016 05:00AM
I take the crown you reach to me,
it bows my head down to my heart...
