Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
When winds along the darkened desert sweep?
Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned
A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned
The vacant ether with their voices deep?
Soul of my [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: beloved, crown, Death, Dom Agius, Heaven, love, nobility, poem, remember, Royal, Sara Teasdale, shadow, sleep
- Published:
- 08/02/2010 – 12:10 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
Leise flehen meine Lieder
Durch die Nacht zu dir;
In den stillen Hain hernieder,
Liebchen, komm zu mir!
Flüsternd schlanke Wipfel rauschen
In des Mondes Licht;
Des Verräters feindlich Lauschen
Fürchte, Holde, nicht.
Hörst die Nachtigallen schlagen?
Ach! sie flehen dich,
Mit der Töne süßen Klagen
Flehen sie für mich.
Sie verstehn des Busens Sehnen,
Kennen Liebesschmerz,
Rühren mit den Silbertönen
Jedes weiche Herz.
Laß auch dir die Brust bewegen,
Liebchen, höre [...]
Categories: music, photography, word
Tagged: At the Mid Hour of Night by Thomas Moore, beloved, dear, Franz Schubert, hear me, Ludwig Rellstab, Marta Eggerth, Michael P. Rosewall, Serenade, Song, sound, Ständchen, Stefania Bonatelli, sweet
- Published:
- 06/01/2010 – 7:42 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: Alex Dunstan, Another Man Magazine, arms, beloved, each day, extinguished, forget, forgotten, Hedi Slimane, If You Forget Me, LIVE, Pablo Neruda, remember, seek
- Published:
- 21/12/2009 – 4:17 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
A Robin Redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
A skylark wounded on the wing
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
Images: © Håvard Flaatten, courtesy of the artist
Poem: Three Things to Remember by William Blake (1757 – 1827)
Categories: photography, word
Tagged: beloved, cherub, Håvard Flaatten, Heaven, little, Rage, Redbreast, Robin, sing, Three Things to Remember, William Blake, wing
- Published:
- 08/10/2009 – 10:36 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
