Tag: Poetry

Who Are you Who is born In the next room So loud…

Black crosses in white snow stooped in rain, awry. Here came the…

…But not to any man who in cold greed clings to your…

Pallid star! Despatch a sign From the heights eternal! For the soul´s eye…

  Haunted Houses Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1858)    All houses wherein men…

  Thou fair hair’d angel of the evening, Now, while the sun…

How enigmatic is the face That looks down from its portraits place…

All day we two had wandered in the hillsAnd, wind-blown, sat ourselves…

Awake! awake! There is a secret in our subtle union That masters…

  Mother of the Sun, Whose Body is White with the Milk…