Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

In the early morning The silhouette of your body is dark in the morning in front of the dim light Of the curtained blinds. Lying in be...

For you “Everything that happens is for the best,” you said on the way from work last week, and when I read “I thought of you with the ...

For P. A bad dream arisen from distortion, not quite the truth, having been left with incorrect impressions not corrected on purpos...

Dark-eyed, from across the Hooghly she beckons to me Mysterious night across the river beckons to me The old chamber softly lit becko...

It happened by unthought known – he knocked up my friend Said shucks when told and for amendment from his native country Há tempos ... ...

Had a terrible Easter weekend staying away from you. You laid down the rules. Your plan is to educate me, drive all the feeling for you...

She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out...

My soul mate’s soul is like delicate silver, Two lissome white seagull wings Her feet, And in her dear blood Rises a blue intimation O...

Passion to last from here to eternity Momentarily lacking the necessary inspiration to write something myself for Sunday Scribblings ' ...

From this poem by Louis Aragon from 1946 two lines in a new translation by myself: Mon bel amour mon cher amour ma déchirure Je te porte d...