"We gave up any thought of flying long ago," is the first line of Korean poet Kwang-kyu Kim's poem entitled "Going home in the evening".

then, here's a poem from Denise Levertov, an American poet, called The Secret

and oh here's a lovely lovely poem by Federico Garcia Lorca although one reader said it was the worst translation of the poem he has ever encountered. I'm now looking for other translations, although whether it is better or not I would have no idea since I speak only one word of Spanish and that word is not even fit for polite company.

and to wake up from this stupor, here are some articles from Mark Twain on the German language, with his usual sardonic wit. Learning the language must have traumatized him in his childhood.