Moments of Beholding
The hour is striking so close above me, So clear and sharp, That all my senses ring with it. I feel it now: There's a power in me To grasp and give shape to... More »
The hour is striking so close above me, So clear and sharp, That all my senses ring with it. I feel it now: There's a power in me To grasp and give shape to... More »
As long as we stay in closed rooms And stiff coats, we were disguised; But toward the end of winter the carnival Helps us to play at disguise for a while. For soon... More »
You come and go. The doors swing closed Ever more gently almost without a shudder. Of all who move through the quiet houses, You are the quietest. We become so accustomed to you,... More »
Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in . Leonard Norman Cohen was born in Canada in 1934. He... More »
Loud as a trumpet In the vanguard of an army I will run ahead and proclaim. My words will be sweet to hear. My people will drink them like wine And not get drunk.... More »
Every exit is an entry somewhere else . Tom Stoppard the British playwright and screenplay writer of Brazil and Shakespeare in Love said those words. Short but to the point, I do exit and... More »