《十四行诗》&else
Out of sight, out of love.
But in truth you loved yourself in me.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
I cannot make my days longer, so I strive to make them better.
We sink, we swim. We rise, we fall. We meet our fate together.
Only when a juggler misses catching his ball does he appeal to me.
Remembrance is a form of meeting. Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
Mayhap a funeral among men is a wedding feast among the angles.
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
How stupid is he who would patch the hatred in his eyes with the smile of his lips.
They say the nightingale pierces his bosom with a thorn when he sings his love song.
When you love you should not say, " God is in my heart, " but rather, " I am in the heart of God."
You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept.
When I stood a clear mirror before you, you gazed into me and saw your image. Then you said," I love you."
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
Now let us play hide and seek. Should you hide in my heart it would not be difficult to find you. But should you hide behind your own shell, then it would be useless for anyone to seek you.
