Julia (Ur Romeo och Julia)

"Vad har du där? Har du en flaska gömd i handen?
Det var gift, som kom i otid med döden till min man.
Din gnidare, själv dricka allt och inte lämna kvar
en vänlig droppe som kan hjälpa mig!
Så kysser jag dig, kanske låder än en liten smula gift
vid dina läppar, som med sin läkedom kan ge mig döden.
Än är de varma, läpparna. O lyckokniv,
där är din slida. Rosta där och låt mig dö."

Har du alltid gillat att skapa saker? Här hittar du både en liten kurs i PSP och en del diktkort. Vill du bli med i PSP-kursen går du med i mailinglistan och följer de lätta regler som finns.

Have you always liked to create things? Here you both find a small course in PSP and a few poem cards. If you wish to join the PSP-course just join the mailinglist and follow the easy rules there are.

Global Shift in Dimensions

2008-2012 Mass Awakening

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of a bright world dies
When day is done.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

Dikt av Francis William Bourdillon

Corinne's Last Love Song

How beautiful, how beautiful you streamed upon my sight,
In glory and in grandeur, as a gorgeous sunset-light!
How softly, soul-subduing, fell your words upon mine ear,
Like low aerial music when some angel hovers near!

What tremulous, faint ecstasy to clasp your hand in mine,
Till the darkness fell upon me of a glory too divine!
The air around grew languid with our intermingled breath,
And in your beauty's shadow I sank motionless as death.

I saw you not, I heard not, for a mist was on my brain--
I only felt that life could give no joy like that again.
And this was Love, I knew it not, but blindly floated on,
And now I'm on the ocean waste, dark, desolate, alone;

The waves are raging round me--I'm reckless where they guide;
No hope is left to right me, no strength to stem the tide.
As a leaf along the torrent, a cloud across the sky,
As dust upon the whirlwind, so my life is drifting by.

The dream that drank the meteor's light--the form from Heav'n has flown--
The vision and the glory, they are passing--they are gone.
Oh! love is frantic agony, and life one throb of pain;
Yet I would bear its darkest woes to dream that dream again.

Dikt av Jane Francesca Lady Wilde

For You

The Moon Maiden's Song

Sleep! Cast thy canopy
Over this sleeper's brain,
Dim grow his memory,
When he wake again.

Love stays a summer night,
Till lights of morning come;
Then takes her winged flight
Back to her starry home.

Sleep! Yet thy days are mine;
Love's seal is over thee:
Far though my ways from thine,
Dim though thy memory.

Love stays a summer night,
Till lights of morning come;
Then takes her winged flight
Back to her starry home.

Dikt av Ernest Dowson