Ein Bild des Glaubens ist das schöne Weib:
/ Sie ist ein ja, und sie ist grenzenlos.
She walks in beauty, like the night
/ Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
/ And all that’s best of dark…
There were never strawberries
/ like the ones we had
/ that sultry afternoon
/ sitting on the step
/ of the open french window
/ facing each other
O Jean, my Jean, when the bell ca’s the congregation
/ Owre valley an’ hill wi’ the ding frae its iron mou’,
At Carsethorn, Solway Coast
/ That was when I threw the stone and then ran after;
/ splashing into Smallholme burn I made the…
Had we but world enough, and time,
/ This coyness, Lady, were no crime
/ We would sit down and think which…
Let’s say you had three wishes.
/ I never know what to wish for.
/ I’d like to be a mayfly. Sleeping
While the penny spins,
pale beams catch on a lost key in a nest,
roll over roofs and drop into the alley,
and we are shadows in that alley.
As you shucked the last oysters
/ onto your side plate
/ and ordered a lemon ice
/ I found myself in the guise of a…