“Always be a poet, even in prose.” ~ Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Song
(Sprig of Almond Blossoms in Glass
by Vincent van Gogh, 1853-1890,
Dutch Post-Impressionist painter)
“Most people really believe that the Christian commandments (e.g., to love one’s neighbor as oneself) are intentionally a little too severe — like putting the clock ahead half an hour to make sure of not being late in the morning.” ~ Søren Kirkegaard (1813-1855), Danish theologian and philosopher, one of the fathers of Existentialism
SONG
That tree with trembling leaves
is longing for something.
That tree, so lovely to look at,
seems to want to give away flowers:
it is longing for something.
That tree, so lovely to see,
seems to want to flower:
it is longing for something.
It seems to want to give away flowers:
they are already showing; come and look at them:
it is longing for something.
It seems to want to flower:
they are already showing; come and see them:
it is longing for something.
They are already showing; come and look at them.
Let the women come to pick the fruit:
it is longing for something.
~ Diego Hurtado de Mendoza, 1364-1404, poet and Admiral of Castile, Spain
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