Short Poems

Hin Samson slog til Lands en Løve, som var bister;
Gid denne slaae til Vands Misundelsens Philister.

Her holdes Vare fal paa gammel ærlig Viis,
Med Bonitet i Kram, med Billighed i Priis;
Min Ven! kom ind, besee, beting, betal kun rigtig,
Saa er du mig, jeg dig, forresten intet pligtig.

Out of your love the fire of youth will rise.
In the chest, visions of the soul will rise.
If you are going to kill me, kill me, it is alright.
When the friend kills, a new life will rise.

My old clock used to tell the time
and subdivide diurnity;
but now its lost both hands and chime
and only tells eternity.

out of the arm of one love
and into the arms of another

The things that Mortals love are mortal too
& swiftly transient fleet before the view
Or if with man a longer while they stay
Man swiftly transient fleets himself away.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense

We’ll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
We know in pairs we will know all about us
We’ll love everything our children will smile
At the dark history or mourn alone

When the Taihaitian princess
Heard that he had decided,
She rushed out into the sunlight and swarmed up a
cocoanut palm tree,

But he returned to this island
And wrote ninety Petrarchan sonnets.

Our boat starts at night
from the beach of Yen Kuang.

Great ships sail only for profit
Only small boats come here because of your fame.
The passers-by are embarrassed by your virtue.
So in the night we steal by the place where you used to fish.