Clouds -
a chance to dodge
moonviewing.

At ten o'clock the great gong sounds its dread
Prelude to splendour. I push back my chair,
And all the people leave their books. We flock,
Still acquiescent, down the marble stair
Into the dark where we can't read. And thought
Swoops down insatiate through the starry air.

The fossil heaved its stony sigh
Moaning:
God’s failures have caused,
All his tears to helpless man.

This is Darrow,
Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart,
And his drawl, and his infinite paradox
And his sadness, and kindness,
And his artist sense that drives him to shape his life
To something harmonious, even against the schemes of God.

I have a daughter,
Claïs fair,
Poised like a golden flower in the air,
Lydian treasures her limbs outshine
(Claïs, beloved one,
Claïs mine!)

Cid lod kalde tvende Jøder
Og med mange Ceremonier
Gav dem Plads hos sig ved Taflet.
Tusind Stykker Guld han ønsked',
Og til Sikkerhed for disse
Gav han dem to store Kister,
Der var fyldt med alt hans Sølvtøi."

હું તો ધરાનું હાસ છું,
હું પુષ્પનો પ્રવાસ છું,
નથી તો ક્યાંય પણ નથી
જુઓ તો આસપાસ છું !

Autumn clusters surround my house just like Tao Yuanming's.
I walk full circle round the fence as the sun slowly tilts.
It's not that I love chrysanthemums more than other flowers,
but that no others will blossom after these blooms wither.

Christus kom tilbage,
Er her alle Dage,
Med den Hellig-Aand,
Kalder Gud sin Fader,
Paradis oplader
Med sin skjulte Haand!

I must think suddenly of matters too difficult for a bear of little brain. I have never asked myself what lies beyond the place where we live, I and Rabbit, Piglet and Eeyore, with our friend Christopher Robin. That is, we continued to live here, and nothing changed, and I just ate my little something. Only Christopher Robin left for a moment.