“It is only a tiny garden,
Where the sweetest roses grow,
Where the birds are always singing
From dawn till evening’s glow.
With its wealth of wondrous flowers,
And its sunshine everywhere,
It is only a tiny garden,
But my heart is always there.”
(L. Glanville in It is only a tiny garden)
“The heart asks pleasure – first,
And then excuse from pain.
And then those little anodynes
That deaden suffering.
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.”
(E. Dickinson no title from Poems from Emily Dickinson)
“Yes, if you can make the dragons laugh
If you can make the dragons,
that guard the treasures, laugh
You’ll get the treasure!
Yes, you’ll get it!”
(D. Manneke in Een draak van een canon; translation T. Wittermans in A dragon of a canon)
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft Wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face;
We welcome in the Year.”
(W. Blake in Spring)
"Often in the white clouds that appear on the horizon
It seems that as an angel you fly towards me,
And hold out your arms never to leave me again.
Ah, tell me, ah, say if there is anything
that conjures up an image of me for you!"
(Unidentified author in All'amante lontano, transl. by L. Claycomb)