Thursday 21 May 2015

Wits' End

A youth filled with everything
Every outcome
Every end.

fell dead;
like culture;
the death of which provoked him.


Yours,
SiBot

Tuesday 27 January 2015

Moon Gazer

Franz Masereel
I can't sleep. Light a candle?
Only there are no matches.
The whole world is silent, and I am silent,
I gaze at the lunar light.

And think: how many eyes
In just this same silence,
At such a quiet, clear hour
Are trained on the moon.

How tedious it must be to swim
Above our heads,
To coat strange windows with silver
And to see so many eyes.

A century ahead, a century back,
But in the world all is the same-
Dogs bark, and dreamers
Gaze out the window.

G. Ivanov - 1931.