Your humble light the fire of your mind blinds you: If you walk with a lantern in the dark you won't see the stars. Hans Børli
Your humble light the fire of your mind blinds you: If you walk with a lantern in the dark you won't see the stars.
And the day climbs down from its blue loft-bed on a slanting ladder of sunbeams, pauses a moment between the trees, airy-light, young. Hans Børli
And the day climbs down from its blue loft-bed on a slanting ladder of sunbeams, pauses a moment between the trees, airy-light, young.
It must be those brief moments when nothing has happened - nor is going to. Tiny moments, like islands in the ocean beyond the grey continent of our ordinary days. There, sometimes, you meet your own heart like someone you've never known. Hans Børli
It must be those brief moments when nothing has happened - nor is going to. Tiny moments, like islands in the ocean beyond the grey continent of our ordinary days. There, sometimes, you meet your own heart like someone you've never known.
Born: December 8, 1918
Died: August 25, 1989
Profession: Poet
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