A haze

I have in me like a haze Which holds and which is nothing A nostalgia for nothing at all, The desire for something vague. I’m wrapped by it As by a fog, and I see The final star shining Above the stub in my ashtray. I smoked my life. How uncertain All I saw or … More A haze

Little things

Now, dear, it isn’t the bold things, Great deeds of valour and might, That count the most in the summing up of life at the end of the day. But it is the doing of old things, Small acts that are just and right; And doing them over and over again, no matter what others … More Little things

Out of place

  Homens que são como lugares mal situados Homens que são como casas saqueadas Que são como sítios fora dos mapas Como pedras fora do chão Como crianças órfãs Homens sem fuso horário Homens agitados sem bússola onde repousem Homens que são como fronteiras invadidas Que são como caminhos barricados Homens que querem passar pelos … More Out of place

The will to

I sing the will to love: the will that carves the will to live, the will that saps the will to hurt, the will that kills the will to die; the will that made and keeps you warm, the will that points your eyes ahead, the will that makes you give, not get, a give … More The will to

He’ll know

Rain will fall again on your smooth pavement, a light rain like a breath or a step. The breeze and the dawn will flourish again when you return, as if beneath your step. Between flowers and sills the cats will know.   There will be other days, there will be other voices. You will smile … More He’ll know

Words

They are like a crystal, words. Some a dagger, some a blaze. Others, merely dew. Secret they come, full of memory. Insecurely they sail: cockleboats or kisses, the waters trembling. Abandoned, innocent, weightless. They are woven of light. They are the night. And even pallid they recall green paradise. Who hears them? Who gathers them, … More Words

Lingering

Come to me in the silence of the night;     Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright     As sunlight on a stream;        Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,     … More Lingering

Be all this

Quiero que sepas una cosa. Tú sabes cómo es esto: si miro la luna de cristal, la rama roja  del lento otoño en mi ventana,  si toco junto al fuego  la impalpable ceniza o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,  todo me lleva a ti,  como si todo lo que existe,  aromas, luz, metales,  fueran … More Be all this

Welcome song

Here’s your Mom, here’s your Dad. Welcome to being their flesh and blood. Why do you look so sad? Here’s your food, here’s your drink. Also some thoughts, if you care to think. Welcome to everything. Here’s your practically clean slate. Welcome to it, though it’s kind of late. Welcome at any rate. Here’s your … More Welcome song

Não fora o Mar

Não fora o mar, e eu seria feliz na minha rua, neste primeiro andar da minha casa a ver, de dia, o sol, de noite a lua, calada, quieta, sem um golpe de asa. Não fora o mar, e seriam contados os meus passos, tantos para viver, para morrer, tantos os movimentos dos meus braços, … More Não fora o Mar

Out of step

We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers And sitting by desolate streams; World losers and world forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.   With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world’s … More Out of step