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Inspiration
A hundred objects close by
I know a cure for sadness
Let your hands touch something that makes your eyes smile.
I bet there are a hundred objects close by
that can do that.
Look at beauty's gift to us -
her power is so great she enlivens
the earth, the sky, our soul.
Mira
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver (Dream Work)
og gendigtet her af Jens Mikkelsen (tak)
Vilde Gæs
Du behøver ikke at være dygtig.
Du behøver ikke at gå på dine knæ
hundrede mil gennem ørknen, angrende.
Du skal bare lade det bløde dyr i din krop
elske hvad det elsker.
Fortæl mig om håbløshed, din, og jeg vil fortælle dig om min.
I mellemtiden, går verden videre.
I mellemtiden, bevæger solen og de klare dråber af regn sig
hen over landskabet,
hen over prærien og de dybe skove,
hen over bjergene og floderne.
I mellemtiden, vil de vilde gæs, højt i den klare blå luft,
flyve hjemad igen.
Og uanset hvem du er, uanset hvor ensom du er,
vil verden tilbyde sig selv for din forestillingsevne,
kalde på dig som de vilde gæs, barsk og spændende –
igen og igen vil den udråbe din plads, din opgave
i altings familie.
My Help is in the Mountain
My help is in the mountain
Where I take myself to heal
The earthly wounds
That people give to me.
I find a rock with sun on it
And a stream where the water runs gentle
And the trees which one by one give me company.
So must I stay for a long time
Until I have grown from the rock
And the stream is running through me
And I cannot tell myself from one tall tree.
Then I know that nothing touches me
Nor makes me run away.
My help is in the mountain
That I take away with me.
Nancy Wood, form Hollering Sun (1972)
First you must love your body, in games
in wild places, in bodies of others,
Then you must enter the world of men and
learn all worldly ways. You must sicken.
You must return to your Mother and notice how quiet the house is.
Then return to the world that is
not Man
that you may finally walk in the
world of Man, speaking.
Lew Welch
Because I love
Because I love
The sun pours out its rays of living gold
Pours out its gold and silver on the sea
Because I love
The earth upon her astral spindle winds
Her ecstacy-producing dance
Because I love
Wind blows white sails
The wind blows over flowers, the sweet wind blows
Because I love
Clouds travel on the wind through wide skies
Skies wide and beautiful, blue and deep
Because I love
The land grows green and green the grass
And green the transparent sunlit trees
Because I love
Larks rise up from the grass
And all the leaves are full of singing birds
Because I love
The summer air quivers with a thousand wings
Myriads of jewelled eyes burn in the light
Because I love
The irridescent shells apon the sand
Take forms as fine and intricate as thought
Because I love
There is an invisible way across the sky
Birds travel by that way
The sun and moon and all the stars
Travel that path by night
Because I love
There is a river flowing all night long
Because I love
All night the river flows into my sleep
Ten thousand living things are sleeping in my arms
And sleeping wake and flowing are at rest
Kathleen Raine
I thank you God
I thank you God for most this amazing
day; for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings; and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any - lifted from the no
of all nothing - human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
EE Cummings
En Sommerdag
Hvem har lavet verden?
Hvem har lavet svanen og den sorte bjørn?
Hvem har lavet græshoppen?
Jeg mener, dénne græshoppe –
den her, som har kastet sig selv ud af græsset,
den her, som spiser sukker af min hånd,
som bevæger sine kæber frem og tilbage, i stedet for op og ned –
som stirrer rundt med sine enorme og komplicerede øjne.
Nu løfter hun sine blege underarme og vasker omhyggeligt sit ansigt.
Nu breder hun sine vinger ud og svæver væk -.
Jeg ved ikke rigtig, hvad en bøn er.
Men jeg ved hvordan man er opmærksom, hvordan man falder ned
i græsset, hvordan man knæler ned i græsset,
hvordan man kan køre i tomgang og føle sig velsignet, hvordan man kan slentre
igennem markerne,
hvilket er, hvad jeg har gjort hele dagen.
Fortæl mig, hvad skulle jeg ellers have gjort?
Dør alting ikke altid til sidst, og alt for hurtigt?
Fortæl mig, hvad planlægger dú at gøre med dette,
dit eneste vilde og kostbare liv?
(”The Summer Day” af Mary Oliver fra 'House of Light', gendigtet fra engelsk af Jens Mikkelsen) |
