Mittwoch, 25. Februar 2015

Spring Rain

    I THOUGHT I had forgotten,
         But it all came back again
    To-night with the first spring thunder
         In a rush of rain.
    I remembered a darkened doorway
         Where we stood while the storm swept by,
    Thunder gripping the earth
         And lightning scrawled on the sky.
    The passing motor busses swayed,
         For the street was a river of rain,
    Lashed into little golden waves
         In the lamp light's stain.
    With the wild spring rain and thunder
         My heart was wild and gay;
    Your eyes said more to me that night
         Than your lips would ever say. . . .
    I thought I had forgotten,
         But it all came back again
    To-night with the first spring thunder
         In a rush of rain.

    Sara Teasdale

    Bild: Alexi Zaitsev

Donnerstag, 19. Februar 2015

Spirit's House

From naked stones of agony
I will build a house for me;
As a mason all alone
I will raise it, stone by stone,
And every stone where I have bled
Will show a sign of dusky red.
I have not gone the way in vain,
For I have good of all my pain;
My spirit's quiet house will be
Built of naked stones I trod
On roads where I lost sight of God.

 Sara Teasdale

painting: Emilio Longon

Montag, 16. Februar 2015

When You Go Away

When you go away, my friend,
When we say our last good-bye,
Then the summer time will end,
And the winter will be nigh.
Though the green grass decks the heather,
And the birds sing all the day,
There will be no summer weather
After you have gone away.
When I look into your eyes,
I shall thrill with deepest pain;
Thinking that beneath the skies,
I may never look again.
You will feel a moment's sorrow,
I shall feel a lasting grief;
You forgetting on the morrow,
I, to mourn with no relief.
When we say the last, sad word,
And you are no longer near,
And the winds, and all the birds
Can not keep the summer here.
Life will lose its full completeness,
Lose it, not for you, but me;
All the beauty and the sweetness
Each can hold, I shall not see.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox


.Mick Flannery - Goodbye

Montag, 2. Februar 2015

immer wieder: Wild Atlantic Way

The Wild Atlantic Way: Journey of Inspiration 

Dies Video hat mir gut gefallen... und macht Sehnsucht nach "zu Hause in Connemara"