Tag: sky

Sein Himmel war es, der sich über die Erde wölbte
Let us stroll up a bit farther
As I glance downriver I see a flotilla of watermen’s boats approaching
In truth I am no gentleman, though I can be a gentle man
I said it before, sir, you are a gentle man
Why is everything I am conjuring up in black-and-white?
You don’t remember me, do you?
I was myself here, able to see things singly and plainly
Low skies and bare trees, hardly a soul to be seen
They did not begin to be human again until the sun went down
Her voice sounded quite strange at first
You can’t leave me here on my own
He had come expecting to be welcomed
The thump of the drums echoed in his skull
It just needs to be a fight worth fighting
And, through it all, …
… the sun kept on shining
But to express cogitations is not to perform them
Most people assumed it was just a stage-trick
Just so – if only we could jump fast enough, or had a strong enough wind at our backs, we could all be planets
What if Newton was right, and all the others wrong?
It was as if he were seeing her for the first time
She would devote her life to these creatures
Such happy memories of earlier days
Not a sound was to be heard above the traffic
Gone fishing
Could a god, once created, become impossible to destroy?
It was love, or felt like it
Keep your secret. Secrets are for children, and spies
Is that how a king should be raised?
There were a few clumps of devil’s pokers
The pair undressed quickly and silently
The rooms weren’t going to tell him who he was
Most of the time he felt as if he were drowning
There was juice and decent coffee
She closed her eyes, then looked again
It had been a difficult and unsettling night
The koala looked up, understandingly, into its companion’s eyes
They’re so judgmental
Begirt with many a blazing star …
… Stood the great giant Algebar
Colorful insects flew around
That remembered image was all I had to go on
The place began to hum and rumble
A few hundred people lived here, at least in the summer
You always end up with the same answer
I was staring wild-eyed back at myself
The shuttle won’t be back until tomorrow
I am amazed sometimes to think how old I am
A poisened silence floated through the rooms like a big fishnet