Sõnale gentle leiti 5 luuletust
Aniversary
The ghosts are out in force tonight
yessir
silent convergence on midnight
yessir
the closes and kirks are empty
the foot of the mile is still
the Holy Rood has taken to ground
wraiths are gathering on the hill
I sat in trembling wonder
took a lashing from the rain
saw strange twinkles shaping symbols
searched for her in fever again
Two bootfulls of mud
a skinfull of water
a head full of fire
and two souls asunder
breathing stalled, I seek one out
among those milling on the crest
who holds me in her gentle thrall
though life has stilled within her .....
Koostöös genie'ga II **
In the realm of perfection,
a man so divine,
He embodies virtues,
a radiant sign,
As a husband, he's steadfast,
a rock by your side,
With love that's unwavering,
a forever abide.
A dog owner,
he's gentle,
with a heart so kind,
Nurturing his furry friend,
a bond intertwined,
He understands their spirit,
their loyal embrace,
A love that transcends,
in every doggy chase.
In the depths of spirituality,
he finds his core,
Seeking wisdom and peace,
his spirit does soar,
Connected to something greater,
a divine presence near,
Guiding his steps,
allevi .....
Life is a deception with bewitching longing
Life is a deception with bewitching longing
That’s why she’s so strong
What with your rough hand
Fatal writes letters.
I always close my eyes
I say: “Only disturb my heart,
Life is a deception, but sometimes it is
Decorates with joys a lie.
Face the gray sky
Fortune telling on the moon
Calm down mortal and don't demand
The truth that you do not need. "
Good in bird cherry blizzard
To think that this life is a path
Let the easy friends deceive
Let easy friends change.
Let me caress with a gentle word
Let the tongue be sharper than razors, -
I live long read .....
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Metro
There was a silence there, and darkness,
but no one was afraid
Then a rustle bloomed in gloom, breath
upon a young boy's face
Tender grip laid on his wrist. Into his
hand a box, a secret
The secret tune, part lullabye, part love
gentle and commanding
Then the boy rose hands up, heart up,
soul up. Deep into the dark
They left his box, his shoes, his socks.
For angels sing, and barefoot walk.