Sunday, March 25, 2018

Night of dark trees

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees:
but he who is not afraid of my darkness,
will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.


3 comments:

  1. I don't know this poem/invitation.
    Did you write it? It sounds like Neruda. But the voice is surely a woman's.

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    1. These lines is from Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None by Friedrich Nietzsche.

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    2. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,/Nor what soft incense hangs about the boughs,/But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet/Wherewith the seasonable month endows/The grass, the thicket and the fruit-tree wild...
      Ode to a Nightingale

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