Ehnahre piosenki

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick d...

These mountains; blackness, silence and snow. The red hunter climbs down from the forest; Oh the mossy gaze of the wild thing. The peace of the mother: under black firs The sleeping hands open by themselves When the cold moon seems ready to fall. The birth of...

Joy is a trick in the air, pleasure is merely contemptible, But limitary pain- the rock under the tower and the hewn coping That takes thunder at the head of the turret- Terrible and real. Therefore a mindless dervish carving himself With knives will seem to h...

Blind lament in the wind, moony winter days, Childhood, quietly the steps fade near black hedge, Long evening bells, Quietly the white night approaches Transforms pain and worriment into purple dreams Of stony living, So that the thorny sting will never leave...

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her lo...

Like a deserted beach, The man closing up. Broken glass on the rocks, And seaweed coming in To hang up on the rocks. Walk with care, It's slippery here. Old pilings, rotted, broken like teeth Where a pier was. A mouth, And the tide coming in. The man clos...

He has no hunger for anything, The man closing up. He would even try stones, If they were offered. But he has no hunger For stones. 

He would make his bed, If he could sleep on it. He would make his bed with white sheets And disappear into the white, Like a man diving, If he could be certain That the light Would not keep him awake, The light that reaches To the bottom. 

The man closing up Tries the doors. But first He closes the windows. And before that even He had looked out the windows. There was no storm coming That he could see. There was no one out walking At that hour. Still, He closes the windows And tries the doo...

There is a word for it, A simple word, And the word goes around. It curves like a staircase, And it goes up a staircase, And it is a staircase. An iron staircase On the side of a lighthouse All in his head. And it makes no sound at all Inside his head, Unle...

God rest that Jewy woman, Queen Jezebel, the bitch Who peeled the clothes from her shoulder-bones Down to her spent teats As she stretched out of the window Among the geraniums, where She chaffed and laughed like one half daft Titivating her painted hair— Kin...

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack...