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Title: poetry you like
Post by: Aional on July 06, 2007, 04:36:55
poets you like, best poems in your eyes.. 8) .What touched you recently, what you found nice... Etc. In languages you wish, though, please, that everyone could understand...otherwise it is pointless. :roll:

SO: this morning's my favorite(yes, TODAY I began my day with poetry ;) not mine, :oops: )

When we two are parted
by Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on July 06, 2007, 08:35:13
Wordsworth William:

My heart leaps up when I behold
a rainbow in the sky
so was it when my life began
so is it now I am a men
so be it if I shall grow old
or let me die
The child is father of the men:
And I could wish my days to be
bound each to each by natural piety

I had to read poetry for school one day and choose this one cause of that one sentence that I still can't how to explain unfasbahr...  :) "The child is father of the men"
It's very well warm speaking I love this men poems, he has another one "I wandered lonely as a cloud" (the first poem I've ever read from him)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 

 



William Wordsworth
Title: poetry you like
Post by: EWolff on July 06, 2007, 13:32:39
Here has read recently... I hope to you it will be clear.... Author Richard Christian Metson.Very much it was pleasant to me.

"The vampire"

Night. The person. A rain.
Thirst or hunger-pain.
Search. On a trace. A scent.
He at the wheel. Faster.
Pools. Rushes the car.
Speed. Even faster.
The radio voice sounds.
News. News. Where?
Accident. And blood.
Will face cars.
Nearby absolutely.
Small city.
Whether it is a lot of victims, is not present?
Pools shine, shine.
Thirst. I wish. To drink.
Speed to add still.
As. Minutes. Creep.
Pools. Flies the car.
Here he on a place. Park.
To hide and look.
Corpses. Blood. It is blood.
Black varnish shines.
Black at lanterns.
Here gapers - crowd.
Sirens around howl.
To wait. To hide and wait.
To wait and suffer. Suffer.
Hour. He sits and waits.
Two. A cigarette. A pain.
Smoke hunger to appease.
Bitterness a throat to fill.
Thermos. And coffee burns down.
Bitterness. And blood salt.
Also it is sweetish...
Taste of death the stranger
It to what you will not compare.
On a forehead sweat slides.
To wait. A cigarette still.
Perspiration and nausea.
Street fires.
Howl police sirens.
"First aid". Here.
Shine at gapers in eyes.
Greedy, hungry shine.
Stretcher and bed-sheets.
Red white to close.
Flesh. The flesh is tormented.
Death. Creeps. A fever.
So, tics-so. To wait.
Hour. And two. Or three.
In a throat a nausea clod.
To wait. To hide and wait.
The stench in the car is a sweat.
Sweat and the eaten smoke.
Uncountable cigarettes -
Chain gone out fire.
"Fast" goes away.
The crumpled car
The lorry on itself has taken away.
Corpsecarry. Bags.
Black polyethylene.
The black. Shines. Shines.
Vjik. Take away. And following.
Looks. Greedy. Crowd.
Someone cries. Not all.
Gapers. Flashes. They
Have come tearing along, that it to remove.
Newsdealers. A scent at them.
Well here, again silence.
The rain  has gone is stronger.
Streets all are empty.
Drunk, being unsteady, has passed.
Air crude. A fog.
Again he remained one.
So, has looked back. Calm.
And bodies have taken away.
The door the car claps.
As the back has become numb.
To leave. Sidewise to approach.
To look - at first casually.
No not to hasten, not to hasten.
So, we will stand. Forward.
Park. And round the house.
Sleep. And windows are silent.
Dead city. Forward.
Here it. A chalk and blood.
Blood. And as the chalk is white.
Contour. Wet asphalt.
More close. A step. Still a step.
Contour. To step.
Inside to enter. In blood.
About not to hasten, suck in.
Sight, skin most.
To feel. To feel.
Nostrils having inflated, costs.
Eyelids has covered, is silent.
Concentrate, What?
Exhalation and breath. Is!
The woman. And a fright.
In a pocket mirror front.
Flash of another's headlights.
The hulk of the lorry.
Explosion and terrible pain.
Metal gnash.To howl.
Shout. Will face. Death.
Fire table in darkness.
Time, stand, stand.
Has concentrated. So.
As water sponge to suck in -
Death, horror and blood.
Hunger to sate the.
I see, I see death.
I recover so.
To continue to live,
I drink death.
I  Absorption  a pain.
Horror I guzzle also fear.
With each second is stronger.
Blood from asphalt to lick -
So much forces will not give,
How simply to stand and look
In the past. In anywhere.
In what already is not present.
Again and again I will scroll.
Horror. Shouts and a pain.
Blood. Collision. Death.
Here he, my drug.
Я it is sated. Quite.
To me. Warm. Well.
Dose. The. Has received.
Breaks. Mine. Has passed.
Yes, the habit is strong.
Death-it my life.
Blood another's e bread.
To me on asphalt a feast
Has prepared death.
Here lightening has come.
All. To a drop. To the bottom.
All. It is time to leave.
Back sits down. The motor.
Has touched the car. A rain.
Streets as shine.
Black and wet shine.
All seems blood.
Sleep, small town, sleep.
He gets a card.
With card in the car rustles.
In safety. Away.
He is sated quite.
Sigarette still.
Wind to let in a window.
Radio that buzzes?
Search. Where still death?
Where still explosion and blood?
Blows by a knife? A pain?
He on a trace goes.
Somewhere a gain to it.
Somewhere the death-that to live.
Soon. Hardly to suffer.
For now - he is full.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: caelum on July 31, 2007, 07:33:52
I recently wrote a short trilogy, inspired by the art of H.R. Giger and the music of Electric Wizard and Machinae Supremacy. They don't reflect my usual works, but I thought I'd post them and see what you people think.


The Human Soul (Vision 1)

Hard surface,
cold to the touch.
Composition unknown.

Perfect barrier,
no fault detectable.
Inside unknown.

Mystery unsolved,
with no lead or clue.
The human soul.

Vulnerability,
shielded by words.
The human soul.


Dead nor Alive (Vision 2)


Doomed to die,
the empire of man.
Everything must perish,
the natural plan.

See it rise,
the empire of steel.
Biomechanoids are born,
and nature must kneel.

Enter immortal machines,
living, yet mostly dead.
Man has made a god,
human enhanced by lead.


Man Eternal (Vision 3)


The sons of Adam
need no longer fight.
They are now eternal,
through technological might.

Mankind has found
the supreme state of being.
A mechanical monster,
strapped to the living.

Pumps and valves
move out of sight.
Our blood still flows
and gives us light.

Huge metallic wires,
plugged to our crania,
will keep us alive,
for the next few millenia.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on August 01, 2007, 16:17:44
simply nice! well written, I think you are like my boyfriend who chooses his words very closely not? I just write what I think but he really looks up his words etc changes things when they don't seem to fit in anyway  :) But I like that poem!!

Greetings!
Me
Title: poetry you like
Post by: caelum on August 03, 2007, 19:46:29
Quote from: "Longwaytogo"
simply nice! well written, I think you are like my boyfriend who chooses his words very closely not? I just write what I think but he really looks up his words etc changes things when they don't seem to fit in anyway  :) But I like that poem!!


Thank you for contributing. Yes, it sometimes takes me many days to finalise the wording and the structure of a poem, but also there are times when the whole thing falls into place in my head and I just need to write it down somewhere so that I don't forget it. Here are some of those, they represent the usual styles and themes of my works.

A Life Like This

Who would’ve imagined
a life like this?

Life,
in a world of sounds,
of voices and cries.
A world of colours,
of smells and tastes.
A world where one
can feel alive.

Now,
who would've imagined it?

No one.

For no one imagined
before a life like this.

Life,
in a senseless world,
where one must sense
every joy
and every pain.
A maddening experience,
that's what it is.

Now,
who will remember, a life like this,
in a place like this?

No one.

For this is really it.



Misplaced

A journey through mist,
in the endless greyness.
Dark clouds above,
before and around.

The feel of moisture on my brow,
a drop of water on my skin.
The fog is alive,
with me inside.

My moving body causes swirls,
in the standing, colourless void.
I breathe it in,
I breathe it out.

Solid things don't exist,
in a world of emptiness.
There are no sounds,
they are not real.

I am not true, I do not belong.
I have no direction, no destination.
I meander endlessly,
in shapeless mist.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: lacrima_elix on August 04, 2007, 20:37:39
@Caelum

The first ones are better, because they are emotion recreated in peace. The last ones are just emotion. And what counts in the end is not your emotion, but the reader's. Whatever.  :P
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on August 05, 2007, 19:39:17
well for me the opposit counts, I liked the last once better just cause they really resemble, you can feel the truth and the honesty in it and I really like that about poems...for me Lacrima poems are not my nor anothers emotions they are just one at their own and resemble something and out of every poem one can learn his own lessons rather it is written like the last or the first ones  ;)

Simply great poems! congrats!

Greetings
Me
Title: poetry you like
Post by: lacrima_elix on August 06, 2007, 00:05:36
@Longwaytogo

Haha, I could have sworn you'll say that! :lol:  "Life Like This" sounds pretty much like one of your poems. You are too emotional, Kitty, no offence. ;)

Hug
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on August 06, 2007, 08:10:40
@ lacrima: yes I become predictable isn't it, I noticed a lot around here there are many people who write in the same style in the forum very odd  :) naja everybody has his talents   ;)
na I wouldn't say too emotional, what is too emotional ha  8) but I would say sensitive, was else in the past right, I haven't been like this since birth but anyway I like being me like this instead of the previous cold hearted human  ;)

Lovely greetz!
Me
Title: poetry you like
Post by: lacrima_elix on August 06, 2007, 09:37:28
Quote from: "Longwaytogo"
I noticed a lot around here there are many people who write in the same style in the forum very odd  


That's just because teenagers tend to think& feel alike. They are still looking for their identity and its a painful process, they seek attention, but nobody seems to understand them, they yearn for love and love sometimes hurts, they often like dark things, like dark music, dark poetry - mainly because they want to shock the people around. And most of all, they feel the need to express themselves - in long "philosophical" poems, with lots of rhetorical questions and lots of definitions (showing the way they see life, death, love etc.)
Well, those are the young poets or at least that's what I saw in most of my students. (Being a literature teacher, they often come to me with their poems and I always try to help them. I've also noticed that those poets are mostly girls (boys find other ways of expressing themselves) and they unfortunately stop writing after reaching a certain age.)

Hug
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on August 06, 2007, 09:54:02
well that's odd cause I started writing while many stop writing as my teacher of dutch told me last year...most teens write when they become 13 à 14 and stop at the age of 17 (that's his expierience) while I became a fullwriter at my 16 I wrote at my 13 till 14 and a half and stopped till my 16 then I start writing again. Now I'm 19 and sometimes see my teacher again and then he sais girl do you still write?
but what you say makes sense although I didn't have a normal youth you could say, I mean I dealed with a lot even before I started secundary school and my teacher blamed that for the fact that I still write about those things, i don't write to shock you know, I write cause that's what I feel and I can't help it but by write it down as I said before to you, I really need my writing to get peace in my soul,my heart. And you know what frightens me the most? the fact that I have love in large amount around me and that I still yearn for it in my poems, I write so often about those misterous angel that has to cross my path and when I reread it I think girl your angel already passed, you already have him and though, still young I wanted to be grown up to fast and missed the most important time of my life  :cry: anyway can't put the clock back...

Greetings
me
Title: poetry you like
Post by: caelum on August 06, 2007, 16:35:21
@lacrima_elix

I see what you mean and I can indeed find a lot of myself in what you have said. Or rather, I can see a lot of my past self in it. My Misplaced poem shows the emotions I felt about a year ago, although I wrote it just a few months back. I was a bit lost and didn't really know what to do with myself. I yearned for love and I yearned to love. But this past year has really taught me much. I have found love, and have lived in the bliss and grief that it brings. And no matter how much it sometimes hursts, it is a feeling that I cannot live without.

What comes to the last part, about gender and age, you might be right. I am a boy and will soon turn 18, and I started writing about five years ago. There have been times when I haven't found inspiration, but those times have always ended. I have never found a better way to channel my feelings than writing poems, or at least some of my feelings. Anger and frustration I let out by going running or by engaging in other forms of physical excersice, but joy, love, confusion and such more abstract feelings go easily onto paper through a pen or a pencil. And this has not changed through the years.

But remember, saying to a teenager that what he or she is going through is normal and happens with most people of the age group can cause frustration in itself, for many in our world crave to be different from the gray mass that is normality. That is why so many have a drive to seek themselves in varying sorts of literature and music. I myself was one of them, but I have come to realize that I am nothing without other people and that the self-conception that I have is often very different from the conception that other people have of me. Afterall, it is very hard for a teenager to find understanding in a world where "grown ups" try to see things in a rational way. For myself rational thinking is only a tool, not the basis for life. Emotions are the foundation, the means and the end to everything that is human. "One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes" (The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupéry, my fevorite book)

Hopefully you got something out of that, I sometimes confuse even myself with the words that spill out of me. Cheers!
Title: poetry you like
Post by: lacrima_elix on August 07, 2007, 10:53:25
@Caelum

"Grown-ups are very very strange." :P
Everything you have said is absolutely true, teenagers are different, each one of them is special, feelings are great etc. But I was talking about POETRY. You must admit that although everybody has feelings, not everybody is a poet. I was talking about VALUE. And again you must admit that not all naive things wrote by teenagers (and not only teenagers) has value - except, maybe, for them.
Bottom line: if one wants to be a poet, he or she must read a lot, learn from the other poets, understand that poetry is more than just feelings written on a sheet of paper. Otherwise, he or she will never become a poet and will remain just a teenager bursting with emotion and stuff. Dixi. :P
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on August 08, 2007, 16:31:26
you see that's another thing... not all who writes "poems" want to be seen as a poet... like I just write to write it out and not like I want to be a great poet...so...
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Aional on January 08, 2008, 20:04:07
Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were---I have not seen
As others saw---I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then---in my childhood---in the dawn
Of a most stormy life---was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold---
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by---
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.


By POE.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: †Lady Leben on February 02, 2008, 19:01:29
Poe's great! :D
Title: poetry you like
Post by: DeviD on March 29, 2008, 13:37:06
I like Tilo's poetry  :roll:
And all that poems where I can find myself  :|
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Vannie on March 29, 2008, 18:03:09
there's a dutch band called Omnia who have set a poem of Poe, the Raven, onto music. I think it's really beautiful - i get chills everytime i hear it, especially live.

if someone is interested, you can listen it here:  http://www.myspace.com/omnianeocelt . first song, starts right away ;)
Title: poetry you like
Post by: pierre.francisco on March 29, 2008, 18:50:12
'A slumber did my spirit seal'
Wordsworth, William

'A slumber did my spirit seal,
I had no human fears,
She seemed a thing that could not feel,
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force,
She neither hears nor sees,
Rolled round in Earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones and trees'.
_____________________________________________________________________

'Eternity'
('L’Éternité')                              

Rimabud, Jean Arthur

1. (From: Fetes de la Patience)

'It’s found you see.
What? – Eternity.
It’s the sun, free
To run with the sea.

Soul on watch
In whispers confess
To the empty night
To the day’s excess.
 
From the mortal weal
From the common urge
Here you diverge
To fly as you feel.

Since from you alone
Embers of satin
Duty breathes down
With no ‘at last’ spoken.

There’s nothing of hope,
No entreaty here.
Science and patience,
Torture is real.
 
It’s found you see.
What? – Eternity.
It’s the sun, free
To run with the sea.'

 

2. (From: Une Saison en Enfer)


 
'It’s found you see!
What? – Eternity.
It’s the sun, mingled
   With the sea.
 
My immortal soul
Keep your vow
Despite empty night
And the day’s glow.
 
Then you’ll diverge
From the mortal weal
From the common urge,
And fly as you feel…
 
- No hope, never,
No entreaty here.
Science and patience,
Torture is real.
 
No more tomorrow
Embers of satin
Your own ardour
The only duty.
 
It’s found you see.
- What? - Eternity.
It’s the sun, mingled
With the sea.'
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on March 31, 2008, 14:28:22
Quote from: "lacrima_elix"
@Caelum

"Grown-ups are very very strange." :P
Everything you have said is absolutely true, teenagers are different, each one of them is special, feelings are great etc. But I was talking about POETRY. You must admit that although everybody has feelings, not everybody is a poet. I was talking about VALUE. And again you must admit that not all naive things wrote by teenagers (and not only teenagers) has value - except, maybe, for them.
Bottom line: if one wants to be a poet, he or she must read a lot, learn from the other poets, understand that poetry is more than just feelings written on a sheet of paper. Otherwise, he or she will never become a poet and will remain just a teenager bursting with emotion and stuff. Dixi. :P


I reread and reread and I thought...there is something that hits me in the face everytime I read it...see if people are even go and put rules on poetry then what's the natural aspect about it? I don't know rather some of you know 'Jotie 't Hooft' he was a flemish poète maudit and I'm sure you would have put him under 'just a teenager' too if you could read his works since he wrote about death...still he got prices for his works (he only wrote two poetrybooks) ... and in my eyes it's wrong, since many famous poets also use poetry to create an image of their feelings, only they choose their words carefully where others might not do it but what's the difference then?
Another question you don't see Tilo as a poet then? cause I do, for me his lyrics are often more important than his music ... and moreover who decides on his own rather some words have value and others have not, I mean if you say 'you must admit that not all naive things written by teenagers (not only teenagers) have value' than you kind of say their poems are worthless for everybody except for them? I don't really see it like that but then I'm not a teacher either...bit neither a teenager anymore too  8)  :D

Greetings
longway
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Vannie on March 31, 2008, 16:49:33
now i've read the whole topic...
...I feel kind of offended as a teenager  :lol: misplaced, maybe, 'cause a lot that is said is true... only not just teenagers long to be different, everyone does. Maybe teens only have the role of being... rebellious. "wanting to shock" ... so if being a grown up, you shouldn't be different anymore - or should we call someone alike Tilo (not being a teen anymore) less shocking to most people as a teenager having the same style? Is it because he is grown up, so he can be taken seriously, and the teen is just a teen, so he / she doesn't know what he / she is doing?
All I want to say is: the world isn't this easy to summarize.

as for poetry: i've never read any "real" poetry seriously, so i can't say anything about that. Everything i write down, is also for myself only. For other people it won't have any value, but for me it has. Someone saying it's 'just a naïve thing from a teenager' can be right about the poem (actually it isn't, because even naïve or bad poetry still is poetry), but not about the value. Value isn't measured by how famous the writer was, how many people like the poem. It's personally.
For me, and i think for many people who don't know about 'rules for poetry', the most beautiful poetry is the kind in which you can either feel the emotion of the writer or in which you can please your own feelings. when considering lyrics as poetry, some songs can make me cry, or laugh, and i love those songs. In other songs i just feel the happiness behind the song, and that makes me love the song too, different though. There are songs which have real depressed lyrics - i am almost afraid for the writer then.. and they are beautiful too.

Caelum wrote in his Misplaced poem:

" My moving body causes swirls,
in the standing, colourless void.
I breathe it in,
I breathe it out. "

Maybe it's just me - but i could see it in my mind. That is also a part of beauty, i think. Words have to be strong to make one imagine.

Greetings from a naïve teenager ;)
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on March 31, 2008, 17:55:34
exactly I have even discussed this with my sister a few minutes ago cause I didn't at all agree with this expression. But I guess it is just the way in which you perceive poetry as you said so Vannie. As I see it it's playing with words just to create an image, a feeling, a world even that you feel or see at certain periods of your life.

Greetings
Longway
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Alex&Ra on March 31, 2008, 23:04:14
that is rather strange... then how should one define 'the real' poetry? It is anyway, a personal view of some situation, problem. Can one say that this poem is right and this is wrong?Can one say that feelings of this particular person are deeper? No, because it is a very personal, I'd say even intimate thing. People express their emotions differently. Somedody writes 'calm' poetry, somebody - 'bursting with emotions', etc. and on the point of value... It's Lacrimosa we all are listening to, isn't it? Can you say that Tilo or Anne don't value their feelings?Though they hardly are teenagers :)
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on April 01, 2008, 10:36:57
but what is 'the real' poetry? does that even exist? I don't think so...you just have people with more vocabulary than others that's all and apparently only those with a large vocabulary are seen as 'THE' poets, while so many people write (excuse me for abusing the term) poetry which sound very lovely and is much saying why shouldn't one call that poetry then? just cause it hasn't got the label? just cause it isn't published by a (yeah that's how they call it) publisher? that's my point...for me there is no such thing as 'the poetry' for me there's just poetry and maybe one is more capable in writing than another but it stays capable just cause people can read it right? look I love wordsworth for example, I mean his works not the man  :P  :lol: but I have a friend who dislikes that kind of poetry very much is he therefor not a poet anymore? just cause well that's the 'value' she gives it a zero so in her case that poetry only has some value for the man itself...isn't that in any case the same?
Well I just thought it was a weird expression to call 'naïve' teenage writings worthless, cause they aren't...

Greetings
longway
Title: poetry you like
Post by: pierre.francisco on April 01, 2008, 17:58:59
Verlainne: Do you think poets can learn with each others?
Rimbaud: Only if they are bad poets.

Farewell,
Pierre
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Vannie on April 02, 2008, 20:29:11
when i said 'real' poetry it seemed like i think that there is something that tells what is poetry and what is not, but i don't, because even 'bad' poetry, or a poem not made by any (mystical) rules, or any poetry that is disliked, is still poetry.
but i can't give a definition of poetry either.. though i think that every poem has a certain value, as said before.

The three posts after my last actually said what i thought, but then much shorter xD
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Aional on April 05, 2008, 08:26:33
I simply wonder how  a teacher of literature could behave this way.
Real poetry is the poetry that can be felt by other people, though not by EVERYONE. It comes from our different ways of percievement.  ;) Is the poetry real or not must be decided by the way you feel about it. It is stupid to be in the main stream, saying that Shakespeare is great if u don't understand him personally. Agree?  ;)
Yes, poets can learn from each other. I don't know how it was in other countries, but in russian history of literature can be found moments when SCHOOLS of POETRY were organised by poets. To teach and learn poetry. Because there are a lot of different styles, emotions...even language's tools... It is a vast field of study. Like maths. But we all do maths in our life, don't we? Even if it is simply arithmetics. Let's agree that we use poetry the way we use maths - when we need it. And we use it accordingly to how much we need it.
And as to the lacrima_elix....
I simply wonder at your pedagogical skills, dear lady.

P.S. The feeling degree depends not on how old are you, but on how much you can feel, what have you come through and other things....  ;)
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Post by: Aional on April 05, 2008, 08:44:29
Stephen Crane - In the desert
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
 
From all american literature i have read yet Stepeh Crane is the best in my eyes :P
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Post by: pierre.francisco on April 05, 2008, 13:03:44
Quote from: "Aional"
I simply wonder how  a teacher of literature could behave this way.
Real poetry is the poetry that can be felt by other people, though not by EVERYONE. It comes from our different ways of percievement.  ;) Is the poetry real or not must be decided by the way you feel about it. It is stupid to be in the main stream, saying that Shakespeare is great if u don't understand him personally. Agree?  ;)
Yes, poets can learn from each other. I don't know how it was in other countries, but in russian history of literature can be found moments when SCHOOLS of POETRY were organised by poets. To teach and learn poetry. Because there are a lot of different styles, emotions...even language's tools... It is a vast field of study. Like maths. But we all do maths in our life, don't we? Even if it is simply arithmetics. Let's agree that we use poetry the way we use maths - when we need it. And we use it accordingly to how much we need it.
And as to the lacrima_elix....
I simply wonder at your pedagogical skills, dear lady.

P.S. The feeling degree depends not on how old are you, but on how much you can feel, what have you come through and other things....  ;)


Oh!, darling! Don't kill me. I was only exposing Rimbaud's point of view. And, YES I CAN, use an exemple of someone (who's an authority in sth - Rimabud is and authority in poetry, no doubt) as an argument. If you read a bit of Chaim Perelman's you'll see that I can.

Farewell,
Pierre
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Post by: pierre.francisco on April 05, 2008, 13:05:21
And, btw, Rimabud wasn't a teacher in literature dude. He was a poet, that wrote for himself.
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Post by: Kitty on April 05, 2008, 17:00:37
I don't think she was talking about Rimbaud when she was talking about a teacher  8)

@Aional for ones I completely agree with you on everything you said, one can only reproduce feelings in his her poetry if she he is standing open for the emotions in first instance...and indeed what lacrima-elix said is right teenagers oft reproduce their feeling in a naïve way, see everybody has been a kid ones but that's WHO YOU ARE at that very moment so what can be wrong in reproducing who you are even when you are silly and naïve about what you feel and how you perceive the world? that's what made me mad about saying that poetry from teenagers isn't real poetry...you know in my eyes even a child from 3 could be a poet if it would be capable of writing down what it thinks we would learn so much from them and that's something I am sure off... :D that's also why I think behaving like a kid ones in a while can only do good to our mind and body just to see the world as a big play where everything is possible and nothing NEEDS to be done  :D I love poetry so much!(my hero is wordsworth  :D I love his words and Jotie Thooft who is a Dutch poet very sensitive and very young too when he start writing and when he died I believe he was 21 when he killed himself...very sad one wrote a lot about dead and tranitoriness but really inspirative  :) )

Greetings
Me
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Post by: pierre.francisco on April 05, 2008, 20:27:51
Oh!, sorry than, Aional :\
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Post by: Alex&Ra on April 10, 2008, 03:05:25
Apparently, there's no such thing as ideal gas. Apparently, there's no such thing as real poetry.
And praising someone's thoughts, giving them the real and true essense, just because they are like yours... Rather selfish, don't you think?
Quote
Real poetry is the poetry that can be felt by other people

this cannot be. Expiriences are different, even if they resemble at some points.
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Post by: Kitty on April 10, 2008, 12:25:40
but still they can be felt can they? as Aional said...still not by everyone...I mean we do feel Tilo's lyrics don't we (perhaps not always on a correct way but what IS the correct way? then he should explain us what he does for a part with his music)

Still I don't think there exists something like REAL poetry, you have poetry full stop.
And emotions can be transferred more directly or hidden and people have the intention to call the hidden poetry better than the directly one but is that correct? I mean every single word in poetry has such a wide range of interpretations...there are so many ways you can use tricks to give another impression of your thoughts...so many ways on which you ask the reader TO THINK and I believe that as long as you get some stuff to think about you can speak of poetry (moreover about literature in general)
We learnt at school, that poetry is defined by register, so to say the used language where as slang language can't be seen as poetry at least that was the case in the past, nowadays some 'poets' do use it and are even then defined as REAL poets with REAL poetry...so in my eyes everybody trying to tell you something trough words (which is after all the definition of poetry I thought, give an image to feelings, thoughts, ideas by using words only that's also why poetry is a language on its own no?)is a kind of poet. And only popularity makes you a FAMOUS poet, but is therefor a non-famous poet no poet?  :)

Greetings
Longway
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Post by: Aional on April 12, 2008, 04:57:21
Quote from: "pierre.francisco"
And, btw, Rimabud wasn't a teacher in literature dude. He was a poet, that wrote for himself.

 Don't be rude, please. ;)
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Post by: Aional on April 12, 2008, 05:02:41
Quote from: "Alex&Ra"
Apparently, there's no such thing as ideal gas. Apparently, there's no such thing as real poetry.
And praising someone's thoughts, giving them the real and true essense, just because they are like yours... Rather selfish, don't you think?
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Real poetry is the poetry that can be felt by other people

this cannot be. Expiriences are different, even if they resemble at some points.

Hm-m
Let's agree on a thought that everything what is said can't be absolutely true and forget it? :lol:
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Post by: pierre.francisco on April 12, 2008, 13:15:04
Quote from: "Aional"
Quote from: "pierre.francisco"
And, btw, Rimabud wasn't a teacher in literature dude. He was a poet, that wrote for himself.

 Don't be rude, please. ;)


I beg your pardon, what's the rude part of the sentence?

Yours sincerelly,
Pierre
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Post by: Kitty on April 13, 2008, 14:47:38
:lol: I guess it was the dude who made it  :lol:  :lol:
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Post by: pierre.francisco on April 13, 2008, 15:34:03
Dude - noun(slang, especially NAmE) - a man;
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Post by: Aional on April 17, 2008, 09:44:09
n-n-n-o, Kitty!!!!
I didn't mean the sentence to be rude at all!

2 pierre.francisco
And i know what means dude, thank you, dude ;)
I was considering the offensive tone of the message, that's all. I hadn't read your message of apology before posted it.
"Let dead bury dead"! :D
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Post by: pierre.francisco on April 17, 2008, 18:40:52
; )
Y, let's forget it.

Auf wiedersehen,
Pierre
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Post by: DarkLady on May 09, 2008, 18:21:18
I love this poem

THE DESIRE TO PAINT Charles Baudelaire

Unhappy perhaps is man, but happy the artist torn by desire.

I am burning to paint her, that enigmatic woman whom I had glimpsed so rarely and who fled so quickly, like something beautiful regretfully left behind by a traveler swept off into the night. Ah, how long it has been already since she vanished!

She is lovely, and more than lovely: she is astonishing. Darkness abounds in her, and she is inspired by everything deep and nocturnal. Her eyes are two caverns in which mystery vaguely flickers, and a sudden glance from her illuminates like a flash of lightning -- an explosion in the dark of night.

I would compare her to a black sun, if only one could conceive of such a star pouring forth light and happiness. But it is the moon, rather, to which she is more readily likened; it is the moon that has marked her indelibly with its redoubtable influence; not the stark white moon of romantic idylls, that icy bride, but the sinister, inebriating moon suspended in the depths of a stormy night and brushed by racing clouds; not the peaceful, discreet moon visiting the sleep of guiltless men, but the moon ripped from the heavens, defeated and rebellious, that the Thessalian witches cruelly compelled to dance on the terrified grass.

In her little skull dwell a tenacious will and a love of prey. And yet from the lower part of that disturbing face, beneath restless nostrils eagerly inhaling the unknown and the impossible, laughter will burst out suddenly and with ineffable grace, and her wide mouth, all redness and whiteness -- and delectable -- makes one dream of the miracle of a superb flower blossoming in a volcanic soil.

There are women who fill men with a desire to conquer them and have their way with them; but this woman inspires a longing to die slowly under her gaze.

 :oops:  :oops:  :oops:
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Post by: godgott on January 31, 2009, 16:50:53
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven  

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,  
Enwrought with golden and silver light,  
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths  
Of night and light and the half-light,  
I would spread the cloths under your feet:  
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;  
I have spread my dreams under your feet;  
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...

William Butler Yeats

and I like my poems:)
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Post by: Kitty on February 01, 2009, 10:50:32
I just notice there has never been a continuation of this discussion...as it's with all of the discussions here in the forum  :roll: sad story though...
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Arlishan on February 02, 2009, 06:21:24
Well, then let's revive it!  8)
I think of Sabines, my favorite poet of all times in spanish-speaking literature. I'll translate some so you can check out his work.
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Post by: Arlishan on February 16, 2009, 20:24:08
So, this is Jaime Sabines with his poem titled THE MOON, the first I ever read from him:

The moon can be taken in spoonfulls
or as a capsule every two hours.
It is good as hypnotic and sedative
and it also cures
the ones that have been intoxicated with philosophy.
A piece of moon in the pocket
is better amulet than the rabbit paw:
it's useful to find who is loved,
to be rich without somebody knows
and to scare off medics and clinics.
It can be given as dessert to children
when they haven't fell asleep,
and some moondrops in the eyes of old men
help to die good.

Put a tender leaf of moon
below your pillow
and you will see what you want to see.
Carry with you always a flask with moon air
for when you drown,
and give the key of the moon
to prisoners and to the unlucky.
For the condemned to death
and for the condemned to life
there is no better stimulant than the moon
in precise and controled doses.
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Post by: Vannie on February 20, 2009, 19:40:02
I like it! :) must be very beautiful to read in the original way.
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Post by: Arlishan on February 24, 2009, 05:36:06
:)  Sure, I find Sabines as a visionary artist of the Spanish language... It's almost musical.
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Post by: Aional on February 24, 2009, 17:14:16
Quote from: "Arlishan"
:)  Sure, I find Sabines as a visionary artist of the Spanish language... It's almost musical.

You've sparkled my interest :lol: I hope I'm not going to study Spanish now :shock:  :roll:  :lol:
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Post by: Arlishan on February 25, 2009, 04:28:17
Anyway, I'm posting it in the original Spanish, if anyone is interested, it's the same poem as before:

La luna se puede tomar a cucharadas
o como una cápsula cada dos horas.
Es buena como hipnótico y sedante
y también alivia
a los que se han intoxicado de filosofía
Un pedazo de luna en el bolsillo
es el mejor amuleto que la pata de conejo:
sirve para encontrar a quien se ama,
y para alejar a los médicos y las clínicas.
Se puede dar de postre a los niños
cuando no se han dormido,
y unas gotas de luna en los ojos de los ancianos
ayudan a bien morir
Pon una hoja tierna de la luna
debajo de tu almohada
y mirarás lo que quieras ver.
Lleva siempre un frasquito del aire de la luna
para cuando te ahogues,
y dale la llave de la luna
a los presos y a los desencantados.
Para los condenados a muerte
y para los condenados a vida
no hay mejor estimulante que la luna
en dosis precisas y controladas
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Post by: Aional on March 02, 2009, 12:11:53
Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand
Who has taken you far from my land
Who has said that my sayings were wrong
And who will say that I stayed much too long?

Clothes of sand have covered yor face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me.

Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies
To see the earth through painted eyes
To look through panes of shaded glass
See the stains of winters grass.

Can you now return to from where you came
Try to burn your changing name
Or with silver spoons and coloured light
Will you worship moons in winters night.

Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me.

By Nick Drake

Actually it's a song   :)
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Post by: Arlishan on March 02, 2009, 19:24:52
Quote from: "Aional"
Can you now return to from where you came
Try to burn your changing name
Or with silver spoons and coloured light
Will you worship moons in winters night.


I've never heard it before, but I liked these lines very much!

My favorite poem from Mario Benedetti, when my teacher read it in literature class, I was totally amazed!

Don't save yourself
Mario Benedetti

Don't stand still
at the edge of the road.
Don't freeze joy,
don't love weakly.
Don't save yourself now
nor ever
            don't save yourself.
Don't fill yourself with calm,
don't save from the world
a single peaceful corner,
don't let your eyelids fall
heavy like judgements.
Don't stay without lips,
don't sleep without being tired,
don't think without blood,
don't judge without time.

But if
       despite it all
and you cannot avoid it
and you freeze joy
and you love weakly
and you save yourself now
and you fill yourself with calm
and you save from the world
a single peaceful corner
and you let your eyelids fall
heavy like judgements
and you dry your lips
and you sleep without being tired
and you think without blood
and you judge yourself without time
and you remain still
at the edge of the road
and you save yourself
                                then
don't stay with me.


------------------------------------------


Little painting I did thinking on this poem: http://arlishan.deviantart.com/art/No-te-salves-107588386
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Aional on March 02, 2009, 20:38:27
2 Arlishan

Nice one! I like the way it is done :D It is Spanish? In Spanish it must have sounded majestically :D
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Post by: kali on March 03, 2009, 07:00:13
so many beautifull poems here, i regret not visiting this thread more often.
Arlishan, that's a good translation of the poem, did you do it yourself?
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Post by: Kitty on March 03, 2009, 08:44:09
@Arlishan: I really like those poems  that poet is great! :) you think I could find them in English?
Greetings
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Post by: Arlishan on March 08, 2009, 02:56:25
Thanks, I did the translation on my own... And yes, in spanish it's a great poem, it's... powerful... I haven't looked up for the poems in english, but perhaps there's something on the internet... I'll check up and post a link if I find it.
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Post by: Sirin on May 20, 2009, 18:11:10
:lol: I've done a huuuge mistake here :lol:

Changed things around:

Are you there?
Is it wonderful to know
All the ghosts...
All the ghosts...
Freak my selfish out
My mind is happy
Need to learn to let it go
I know you'd do no harm to me

But since you've been gone I've been lost inside
Tried and failed as we walked by the riverside
And I wish you could see the love in her eyes
The best friend that eluded you lost in time
Burned alive in the heat of a grieving mind

But what can I say now?
It couldn't be more wrong
Cos there's no one there
Unmistakably lost and without a care
Did we lose all the love that we could have shared
And its wearing me down
And its turning me round
And I can't find a way
Now to find it out
Where are you when I need you...

Are you there?


Song that renders my heart. If I ever have a hero - then it must be Daniel. Just the one musician that comes into my soul, throws the door open to love and beauty, and gives a hand when everything is chill and gloomy. Music that saved me 2 years ago and saves now. Really.... It is something of eternity. When every word matches, every note catches u in a heart-beating-pulsating-vibrating-feeling-of-something.... Excellence in itself.... Anathema...


 :lol: Hope that no one found that little..."little" error :lol:
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Post by: Arlishan on May 24, 2009, 21:21:55
Mario Benedetti, the author from the last poem I posted,is dead... TT_TT
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Post by: Kitty on May 25, 2009, 18:25:22
since this song keeps spinning in my head  :lol:  "beauty and the beast"

Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast

Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast

Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
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Post by: Kitty on May 30, 2009, 14:48:43
not really poetry but a text I like: Dire Straits - Why Worry

Baby I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
The things they do, the things they say
But baby Ill wipe away those bitter tears
Ill chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into grey

Why worry, there should be laughter after the pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now

Baby when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
I know it isn't hard to say
But baby just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now
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Post by: Sirin on May 30, 2009, 17:16:50
Quote from: "Longwaytogo"
not really poetry but a text I like: Dire Straits - Why Worry

 ;)

"Dark Waltz" by HAYLEY WESTENRA (I'm in love with it)

We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together

I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

Time dances whirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven

Sacred geometry
Where movement is poetry
Visions of you and me forever

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Let the dark waltz begin
Oh let me wheel - let me spin
Let it take me again
Turning me into the light
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Post by: Kitty on July 02, 2009, 10:04:11
Heal the world - Michael Jackson  (as I truly found him back in death)



There's a place in
Your heart
And I know that it is love
And this place could
Be much
Brighter than tomorrow
And if you really try
You'll find there's no need
To cry
In this place you'll feel
There's no hurt or sorrow

There are ways
To get there
If you care enough
For the living
Make a little space
Make a better place...

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough
For the living
Make a better place
For you and for me

If you want to know why
There's a love that
Cannot lie
Love is strong
It only cares for
Joyful giving
If we try
We shall see
In this bliss
We cannot feel
Fear or dread
We stop existing and
Start living

Then it feels that always
Loves enough for
Us growing
So make a better world
Make a better world...

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough
For the living
Make a better place
For you and for me

And the dream we were
Conceived in
Will reveal a joyful face
And the world we
Once believed in
Will shine again in grace
Then why do we keep
Strangling life
Wound this earth
Crucify its soul
Though its plain to see
This world is heavenly
Be gods glow

We could fly so high
Let our spirits never die
In my heart
I feel you are all
My brothers
Create a world with
No fear
Together we cry
Happy tears
See the nations turn
Their swords
Into ploughshares

We could really get there
If you cared enough
For the living
Make a little space
To make a better place...

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough
For the living
Make a better place
For you and for me
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Post by: Kitty on September 09, 2009, 10:24:36
Thanks to Karin I got to know a new poet  :) *hugs* called Erich Fried and I must say  :D you were right with every word you said about his work sweet woman!!


ABER

 

Zuerst habe ich mich verliebt

In den Glanz Deiner Augen

In Dein Lachen

In Deine Lebensfreude

 

Jetzt liebe ich auch Dein Weinen

Und Deine Lebensangst

Und die Hilflosigkeit

In Deinen Augen

 

Aber gegen die Angst

Will ich Dir helfen

Denn meine Lebensfreude

Ist noch immer der Glanz Deiner Augen
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Post by: Kitty on October 01, 2009, 18:06:51
Sweet Goodbyes - Krezip (I somehow don't find the lyrics topic back mmm...)

Can't sleep 'cause everything's changing
You don't want to leave things behind
Can't breathe cause to many things going on going wrong in your life

Tears in your eyes
Sweet goodbyes
I know how you feel right now
Losing dreams you've come to care about
I know what you need right now
You need to come on home so I can hold you tight
Guide you through the night
I'll guide you through the night

Wake up the sun's shining bright lets go out of bed into the light
Shape up we won't forget still there's lots of love left to hold tight

Tears in your eyes
Sweet goodbyes
I know how you feel right now
Losing dreams you've come to care about
I know what you need right now
You need to come on home so I can hold you tight
Guide you through the night

Everything I love between us will guide us through the night
All the things we lost will teach us see the pretty things in life
All the places that we've been to
The people we relate to
All the love that we give in to

Blow the tears from our eyes
Sweet goodbyes
I know how you feel right now
Losing dreams you've come to care about
I know what you need right now
You need to come on home so I can hold you tight
I know how you feel right now
Losing dreams you've come to care about
I know what you need right now
You need to come on home so I can hold you tight
I'll get you through the night
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Post by: Kitty on October 17, 2009, 20:41:26
ok another text that eum hit me in the face you could say:

Three days in a row - Anouk


I've been loving you
without you even knowing
I'll never forget those days

three days in a row
you were mine alone
And I haven't seen you since that day
I'm sorry baby

Baby boy when I saw you the first time
I knew right away that you and I
were connected in a way
I believed that there was way something more
that I could ever express in my own words
I just knew at the time
I belonged to you but it all felt so wrong
to do the things that my heart gave in
baby I'm telling you

I've been loving you
Without you even knowing
I'll never forget those days

Three days in a row
you were mine alone
And I haven't seen you since that day
I'm sorry baby

With loads on our minds
a few goodbyes
we could never have given it a real try
But you were in my head always
And at this point of my life I just know
That if you let me back in
I won't let go of you and me spending our lives
I just know it's a matter of time
Before it all falls back into place
baby believe me

I've been loving you
without you even knowing
I'll never forget those days

Three days in a row
you were mine alone
And I haven't seen you since that day

I walk the line and for you I will shine
just be prepared for a hell of a ride
Don't ever doubt 'bout the way I feel
for heaven sake boy I'm beggin' you

I've been loving you
without you even knowing
I'll never forget those days

Three days in a row
you were mine alone
And I haven't seen you since that day.
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Post by: Kitty on October 23, 2009, 11:45:59
Hurt    

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
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Post by: Shadows-In-Twilight on November 20, 2009, 13:48:58
euuum, this is what i listen these days a lot and it kind of touched me quite deep

Asrai - Stay
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Post by: Lollipop on March 06, 2010, 02:01:13
You probably know that I really love Tom Waits and his music. I love his lyrics too, they are so... lifelike.
And here are the lyrics for my favourite song "Invitation to the blues". I like the music more... well, just listen to it and you'll immediately get why. But the lyrics are also great:
Quote
Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue
She said How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?,
You say Anyway's the only way, be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues
But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues
'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues
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Post by: Kitty on March 06, 2010, 10:27:32
Tom Waits' amazing indeed I also love his kinda donno ... he's got such an own style and vision on the world... simply love it ...specially his voice... :-)
My favourite is "you're innocent when you dream"

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The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor
where are the arms that held me
and pledged her love before
and pledged her love before

It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

running through the graveyard
we laughed my friends and I
we swore we'd be together
until the day we died
until the day we died

I made a golden promise
that we would never part
I gave my love a locket
and then I broke her heart
and then I broke her heart
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Post by: Lollipop on March 07, 2010, 01:35:02
Kitty! !!!!! !!!! *emotions* Finally I found a person who also likes this mad man!  :D  :D  You made me just happy. Oh, I do love this song too. Ain't he gorgeous?!
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Post by: Kitty on March 07, 2010, 13:43:25
:D I know many more who like him  :lol:  :D ... he really is...  :D ... have twi disc from him and it was rather panic when I lost one of them  for short period of time (it appeared to be hidden somewhere between my books  :shock: )  :D
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Post by: WalkAbout on July 24, 2010, 08:37:14
Just wanted to place it here few days ago since I'm listening to it for a week now...and just recalled it.


Electricity

Seems like you never really knew me
Seems like you never understood me
Seems like you never really knew how to feel
But electricity it drew you near to me
What you needed was to be rid of me

There were times you really made me smile
And there were times you really made me cry
And there were times I never really knew how to feel
But electricity it drew you near to me
What you needed was to be rid of me
And the fear made you so unsure of me
What you needed was to be rid of me.

But electricity it drew you near to me
What you needed was to be rid of me
And the fear made you so unsure of me
What you needed was to be rid of me.

by Anathema, of course by Anathema...

I'm a necro-topicstarter... 8)  :lol:
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Post by: godgott on July 24, 2010, 08:40:12
A POISON TREE by W. Blake  ;)

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
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Post by: WalkAbout on September 09, 2010, 13:06:36
L'Idéal

Ce ne seront jamais ces beautés de vignettes,
Produits avariés, nés d'un siècle vaurien,
Ces pieds à brodequins, ces doigts à castagnettes,
Qui sauront satisfaire un coeur comme le mien.

Je laisse à Gavarni, poète des chloroses,
Son troupeau gazouillant de beautés d'hôpital,
Car je ne puis trouver parmi ces pâles roses
Une fleur qui ressemble à mon rouge idéal.

Ce qu'il faut à ce coeur profond comme un abîme,
C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, âme puissante au crime,
Rêve d'Eschyle éclos au climat des autans;

Ou bien toi, grande Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
Qui tors paisiblement dans une pose étrange
Tes appas façonnés aux bouches des Titans!

— Charles Baudelaire
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Post by: jenny-jen on September 28, 2010, 19:27:44
Christina Aguilera - You Lost Me

I am done, smoking gun
We've lost it all, the love is gone
She has won. Now it's no fun
We've lost it all, the love is gone

And we had magic
And this is tragic
You couldn't keep your hands to yourself

I feel like our world's been infected
And somehow you left me neglected
We found our life's been changed
Babe, you lost me

And we tried, oh how we cried
We lost ourselves, the love has died
And oh, we tried, you can't deny
We're left as shells, we lost the fight

And we had magic
And this is tragic
You couldn't keep your hands to yourself
 
I feel like our world's been infected
And somehow you left me neglected
We found our life's been changed
Babe, you lost me

Now I know you're sorry and we were sweet
But you chose lust when you deceived me
You'll regret it but it's too late
How can I ever trust you again?

I feel like our world's been infected
And somehow you left me neglected
We found our life's been changed
Babe, you lost me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R735_09Itv4
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Post by: ÖÖ on September 28, 2010, 21:14:30
P. Celan "Todesfuge"

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken sie abends
wir trinken sie mittags und morgens wir trinken sie nachts
wir trinken und trinken
wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng
Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt
der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete
er schreibt es und tritt vor das Haus und es blitzen die Sterne er pfeift seine Rüden herbei
er pfeift seine Juden hervor läßt schaufeln ein Grab in der Erde
er befiehlt uns spielt auf nun zum Tanz

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich morgens und mittags wir trinken dich abends
wir trinken und trinken
Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt
der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete
Dein aschenes Haar Sulamith wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng

Er ruft stecht tiefer ins Erdreich ihr einen ihr andern singet und spielt
er greift nach dem Eisen im Gurt er schwingts seine Augen sind blau
stecht tiefer die Spaten ihr einen ihr andern spielt weiter zum Tanz auf

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich mittags und morgens wir trinken dich abends
wir trinken und trinken
ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Sulamith er spielt mit den Schlangen
Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland
er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft
dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich mittags der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland
wir trinken dich abends und morgens wir trinken und trinken
der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland sein Auge ist blau
er trifft dich mit bleierner Kugel er trifft dich genau
ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete
er hetzt seine Rüden auf uns er schenkt uns ein Grab in der Luft
er spielt mit den Schlangen und träumet der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Sulamith
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Post by: Kitty on September 29, 2010, 10:59:30
Julchen that's an awesome poem! I remember we discussed it last year as well in school (I already knew it from secondary school though) and was really touched by it... did you hear the audio version from it?
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Post by: ÖÖ on September 30, 2010, 14:06:25
Yeah, the audio was my first thing of Paul Celan. After that I found a site devoted to his poems, but I seem to have lost it again T______T
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Post by: Eiseskälte on September 30, 2010, 15:47:18
Friedrich Nietzsche - Vereinsamt


Die Krähen schrein
Und ziehen schwirren Flugs zur Stadt:
Bald wird es schnein,
Wohl dem, der jetzt noch Heimat hat!

Nun stehst du starr,
Schaust rückwärts, ach! wie lange schon!
Was bist du Narr
Vor Winters in die Welt entflohn?

Die Welt - ein Tor
Zu tausend Wüsten stumm und kalt!
Wer das verlor,
Was du verlorst, macht nirgends Halt.

Nun stehst du bleich,
Zur Winter-Wanderschaft verflucht,
Dem Rauche gleich,
Der stets nach kältern Himmeln sucht.

Flieg, Vogel, schnarr
Dein Lied im Wüstenvogel-Ton!
Versteck, du Narr,
Dein blutend Herz in Eis und Hohn!

Die Krähen schrein
Und ziehen schwirren Flugs zur Stadt:
Bald wird es schein,
Weh dem, der keine Heimat hat!
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Post by: godgott on September 30, 2010, 15:56:38
Nicolas- really thx for sharing! I love Nietzsche.
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Post by: Kitty on September 30, 2010, 22:05:59
Frank Sinatra My way

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it here;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.
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Post by: Felisa on October 01, 2010, 14:19:58
One of my favorite poem by Evgeniy Evtushenko

Не в первый раз и не в последний раз...

Не в первый раз и не в последний раз
страдаешь ты... Уймись, займись трудами,
и ты поверь — не лучше прочих рабств
быть в рабстве и у собственных страданий.
Не в первый раз и не в последний раз
ты так несправедливо был обижен.
Но что ты в саможалости погряз?
Ведь только унижающий — унижен.
Безнравственно страданье напоказ —
на это наложи запрет строжайший.
Не в первый раз и не в последний раз
страдаешь ты... Так что же ты страдаешь?

English translate:

Not at the first time and not at the last time

Not at the first time and not at the last time
You are suffering… Stop it, busy yourself with labour
And take on trust - not better than the other slavery
Be in slavery of your own suffering
Not at the first time and not at the last time
You were offended so unfairly
But why are you mired in self-pity?
After all, the only man - who humbles others - is really humbled.
The shown sufferings are immoral
Impose a most stringent ban on it
Not at the first time and not at the last time
You are suffering… So why do you suffer?

*sorry, I'm not a good translator, so I just try to stay close to original*
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Post by: Helen on October 01, 2010, 15:24:16
@Felissa,wow!I like it too,but I haven't any translations of my favourite poets  :(  :|
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Post by: WalkAbout on October 02, 2010, 07:36:22
Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht.
Seh' ich nur einmal dein Gesicht,
Seh' dir in Auge nur einmal,
Frei wird mein Herz von aller Qual.
Gott weiß, wie mir so wohl geschicht!
Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht

Goethe :)
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Post by: Kitty on October 02, 2010, 11:46:43
Quote from: "WalkAbout"
Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht.
Seh' ich nur einmal dein Gesicht,
Seh' dir in Auge nur einmal,
Frei wird mein Herz von aller Qual.
Gott weiß, wie mir so wohl geschicht!
Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht

Goethe :)


*gets all silent* how someone can put the essence in such a small poem... *full admiration* loved it ... thanks for sharing Nina!
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Post by: Shadows-In-Twilight on October 03, 2010, 13:07:07
caught by these two today...


Wake me up when September ends by Green Day

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends




Boulevard of Broken dreams, also by Green Day

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...
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Post by: WalkAbout on November 09, 2010, 11:54:03
In awe and on my knees before this song....

Je suis malade by Lara Fabian

Je ne rêve plus je ne fume plus
Je n'ai même plus d'histoire
Je suis sale sans toi
Je suis laide sans toi
Je suis comme un orphelin dans un dortoir

Je n'ai plus envie de vivre dans ma vie
Ma vie cesse quand tu pars
Je n'ais plus de vie et même mon lit
Ce transforme en quai de gare
Quand tu t'en vas

Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir

Je suis malade parfaitement malade
T'arrive on ne sait jamais quand
Tu repars on ne sait jamais où
Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans
Que tu t'en fous

Comme à un rocher
Comme à un péché
Je suis accroché à toi
Je suis fatigué je suis épuisé
De faire semblant d'être heureuse quand ils sont là

Je bois toutes les nuits
Mais tous les whiskies
Pour moi on le même goût
Et tous les bateaux portent ton drapeau
Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout

Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Je verse mon sang dans ton corps
Et je suis comme un oiseau mort quand toi tu dors

Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots
Pourtant moi j'avais du talent avant ta peau

Cet amour me tue
Si ça continue je crèverai seul avec moi
Près de ma radio comme un gosse idiot
Écoutant ma propre voix qui chantera

Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir

Je suis malade
C’est ça je suis malade
Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots
Et j'ai le coeur complètement malade
Cerné de barricades
T'entends je suis malade
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Post by: Tyckondrus on November 09, 2010, 13:12:31
So, it's my turn to post one of the favorite poems. Here it is:

Steve Harris
"Rime of the Ancient Mariner"

Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale

Driven south to the land of snow and ice
To a place where nobody’s been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God’s name hoping good luck it brings

And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he’s done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North `til all is calm

The albatross begins with it's vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung

And the curse goes on and on and on at sea
And the thirst goes on and on for them and me

Day after day, day after day we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink

There, calls the Mariner, there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide

See... Onward she comes
Onward she nears, out of the sun
See.... She has no crew
She has no life, wait but there’s two

Death and she life in death they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now

Then... crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She... She, Life in Death
She lets him live, her chosen one

One after one by the star dogged moon, too quick for groan or sigh each turned his face with a ghastly pang and cursed me with his eye. Four times fifty living men and I heard nor sigh nor groan. With heavy thump, a lifeless lump they dropped down one by one.

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he’d die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he

And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God’s creatures all of them too

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they’re lifeless in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the Mariner’s left alone

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilots boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him

And the ship sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins

The Mariner’s bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God’s word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made

And the wedding guests a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on
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Post by: Kitty on November 09, 2010, 20:16:06
I once shared this poem in the blog as well, I got to know it thanks to a movie where one of the characters reads the poem aloud on a wedding and I liked it very much so I looked it up and well share it here again  :)

it's from E.Cummings

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in
my heart)I am never without it(anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)I want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)
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Post by: MelissaFrance on November 09, 2010, 23:07:25
Quote from: "WalkAbout"
In awe and on my knees before this song....

Je suis malade by Lara Fabian

Je ne rêve plus je ne fume plus
Je n'ai même plus d'histoire
Je suis sale sans toi
Je suis laide sans toi
Je suis comme un orphelin dans un dortoir

Je n'ai plus envie de vivre dans ma vie
Ma vie cesse quand tu pars
Je n'ais plus de vie et même mon lit
Ce transforme en quai de gare
Quand tu t'en vas

Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir

Je suis malade parfaitement malade
T'arrive on ne sait jamais quand
Tu repars on ne sait jamais où
Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans
Que tu t'en fous

Comme à un rocher
Comme à un péché
Je suis accroché à toi
Je suis fatigué je suis épuisé
De faire semblant d'être heureuse quand ils sont là

Je bois toutes les nuits
Mais tous les whiskies
Pour moi on le même goût
Et tous les bateaux portent ton drapeau
Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout

Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Je verse mon sang dans ton corps
Et je suis comme un oiseau mort quand toi tu dors

Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots
Pourtant moi j'avais du talent avant ta peau

Cet amour me tue
Si ça continue je crèverai seul avec moi
Près de ma radio comme un gosse idiot
Écoutant ma propre voix qui chantera

Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir

Je suis malade
C’est ça je suis malade
Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots
Et j'ai le coeur complètement malade
Cerné de barricades
T'entends je suis malade


Ninaaaaaa :D :D I love Lara's version of it ^^ and indeed a great song :) *gone to listen to it right now, I wanted some Lara tonight precisely ^^*
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Post by: Eiseskälte on November 10, 2010, 17:43:32
Oswald Henke/Goethes Erben - Nur ein Narr
(I know he's a musician - but these lyrics...)

Genau betrachten;
nicht blind stolpern,
die Zeit betrügen.

Unbegreiflich,
unsere Existenz -
deren Bedeutung...

Nicht Erinnerungen kaufen;
Die Unendlichkeit wäre fast erreicht -
doch zu welchem Preis?
Die Neugier,
der Entdeckertrieb;
Fleisch und Geist -
egal ob fremd ob Eigentum,
nur eins - genießen;
die nächste Generation
mit Eigenfleisch bereichern.

Doch...warum entdecken,
wenn Manipulieren vor dem Lernen käme?
Wer wird wohl Neues
im scheinbar leeren All entdecken wollen,
anstatt unendlich jung
vom Wissen zu naschen ?

Ein Moment für die Ewigkeit;
Ein Platz im Tagebuch;
Ein Abenteuer -
Nur ein Spiel.
Ein Sprung im Zirkuszelt der weisen Greise.

Wer verjagt wen?
Das Kind den Mann ?
Der Mann das Kind ?
In einem Geist vereint auf Zeit,
Nicht ewig,
Menschen streiten sich fast immer nur
um Nahrung oder Lustgewinn?
Die Zeit betrügen...

Irgendwann schlägt die Zeit zurück,
und fesselt den Verstand an die Vergangenheit.
Das Gestern wird vom Zauber junger Jahre verdrängt -
Die Zukunft hat noch keinen Geschmack,
Keine Farbe,
Kein Gesicht...
War das wirklich alles?

Frisst die Zeit meine Träume?
Ich torkel durch ein Feuerwerk
aus menschlicher Unmenschlichkeit,
bleibt ein Mann auch Kind ?
Sag Ja - nicht Nein!

Nur ein Narr betrügt die Zeit

War das wirklich alles?

Translation:

Just a fool

Regarding carefully;
not stumbling blind,
cheating the time.

Incomprehensible,
Our existence -
Its sense...

Not to buy memories,
infinity would have been nearly reached,
but for which price ?
The curiosity,
the urge to discover;
body and mind -
no matter if strange or property,
just one thing - joice;
enriching next generation with your own substance.

But... why discover,
if manipulating came before learning ?
Who will perhaps discover new
in the apparently empty outer space,
instead of endless young
nibbling of knowledge ?

A moment for eternity;
A place in diary;
An adventure -
just a game.
A jump in the big top of wise old men.

Who'll chase away whom ?
The man the child ?
The child the man ?
In one mind united unlasting,
Not eternal,
Humans argue nearly always only
about nutrition or gain of lust ?
Cheating the time...

Some day time strikes back,
and fetters the mind to past.
The yesterday is chased away by the magic of young years -
Future doesn't have a name yet,
Nor a color,
Nor a face...
Has that really been all?

Is time eating my dreams ?
I'm shambling through a firework
of human's inhumanity,
does a man stay a child ?
Say 'yes' - not 'no'!

Just a fool is cheating time.

Has that really been all?
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Shadows-In-Twilight on November 10, 2010, 19:54:33
i found this one in my English book, and i kind of... somehow... really like it a lot   :)  specially the third and fourth stanza...  


FUNERAL BLUES by WH Auden


stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
silence the pianos and with muffled drum
bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

he was my North, my South, my East and West,
my working week and my Sunday rest,
my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
i thought that love would last forever: i was wrong.

the stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
pour away the ocean and sweep out the wood,
for nothing now can ever come to any good.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on November 19, 2010, 16:42:44
some songs just  really hit the nail

anouk - with you

When I look into you eyes you leave me all those butterflies

I should ask myself again is it worth the trouble through life

‘Cause I do not know what to do with your smile though years

Passed by

If I only could replace all the thoughts I have of you

In my mind

 

But I don’t know

And I don’t care

What you do

I’m just so glad to see you again

And I don’t really understand

Why the touch of your hand makes my arms

Wanna hold you

‘Cause I am

So in love with you

 

If I could do it all again I’d say the things I really meant and all

I can do

Sit and wait knowing you will say

It’s a little too late

For you

Yeah I noticed the ring on your finger guess too many years

Have passed by

If I only could erase all the thoughts I have of you

In my mind

 

But I don’t know

And I don’t care

What you do

I’m just so glad to see you again

And I don’t really understand

Why the touch of your hand makes my arms

Wanna hold you

Yes I am

Still in love with you

 

Dreaming as years go by I’m just another fool

Out in the moonlight hiding the tears

I can’t stop thinking ‘bout what if you were meant to be

For me

 

But I don’t know

And I don’t care

What it is

I am so glad to see you again

And I don’t really understand

Why the touch of your hand makes my arms

Wanna hold you

Yes I am

Still in love with you

 

Yes I am

In love with you


...
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on November 23, 2010, 10:58:24
One Day I'll Fly away

I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your Love do for me?
When will Love be through with me?

Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I'll fly away
Fly, fly away
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Felisa on November 23, 2010, 13:17:54
"Within You"
by David Bowie in the movie "Labyrinth"

How you turned my world, you precious thing
You starve and near exhaust me
Everything I've done, I've done for you
I move the stars for no one

You've run so long
You've run so far

Your eyes can be so cruel
Just as I can be so cruel
Though I do believe in you

Yes I do

Live without the sunlight
Love without your heartbeat
I, I can't live within you

I can't live within you

(sigh)

I, I can't live within you
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Tyckondrus on November 23, 2010, 15:52:41
Oh, I like "Labyrinth" very much! The movie of my childhood) And all the song in this film are also great.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Felisa on November 23, 2010, 16:51:37
Quote from: "Tyckondrus"
Oh, I like "Labyrinth" very much! The movie of my childhood) And all the song in this film are also great.


Yeah, of my childhood too :)) I adore this movie very much :) Glad to see here like-minded person :))
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Felisa on November 23, 2010, 22:33:50
Too Much Love Will Kill You
Brian Harold May (Queen)

I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I'm far away from home
And I've been facing this alone
For much too long
I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I've been looking back to find
Where I went wrong
Too much love will kill you
If you can't make up your mind
Torn between the lover
And the love you leave behind
You're headed for disaster
'cos you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you
Every time
I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be
And it seems like there's no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all I ever do is bring you down
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can't you see that it's impossible to choose
No there's no making sense of it
Every way I go I'm bound to lose
Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It'll drain the power that's in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you
Every time
Too much love will kill you
It'll make your life a lie
Yes, too much love will kill you
And you won't understand why
You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end...
In the end.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on November 24, 2010, 11:23:11
Love Of My Life - queen

Love of my life, you hurt me,
You've broken my heart, and now you leave me.

Love of my life can't you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don't take it away from me,
Because you don't know what it means to me.

Love of my life don't leave me,
You've stolen my love now desert me,

Love of my life can't you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don't take it away from me,
Because you don't know what it means to me.

You will remember when this is blown over,
And everythings all by the way,
When I grow older,
I will be there at your side,
To remind you how I still love you
I still love you.

Hurry back hurry back,
Don't take it away from me,
Because you don't know what it means to me.

Love of my life,
Love of my life.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: WalkAbout on November 29, 2010, 16:46:10
Du hältst das Fieber wach by Kante

die hand die mich streift
der blick den ich spür
die hitze der haut, der atem der streikt
wenn er mich berührt

der riss in der zeit
der pulsschlag der steigt
die haut die begreift bevor man vesteht
was hier vor sich geht

du folgst mir in die nacht
und hältst die träume wach
du bleibst in mir
und kreist in mir
und hältst das fieber wach

das blut das sich dehnt
das schwindelgefühl
das nervengeflecht, das sich nach dir sehnt
der schweiss der nicht kühlt

die haut auf der haut
die fiebrigen wellen
der atem am ohr, so nah und so laut
die adern die schwellen

du folgst mir in die nacht
und hältst die träume wach
du bleibst in mir
und kreist in mir
und hältst das fieber wach

du bleibst in mir
du kreist in mir
und hältst das fieber wach

du bleibst in mir
du kreist in mir
und hältst das fieber wach
du hältst das fieber wach
Title: poetry you like
Post by: kossatik on December 11, 2010, 20:35:31
Here dead we lie
Alfred Edward Housman


Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: A Elena on December 13, 2010, 21:38:58
Emotie de toamna
de Nichita Stanescu
A venit toamna, acoperă-mi inima cu ceva,
cu umbra unui copac sau mai bine cu umbra ta.

Mă tem că n-am să te mai văd, uneori,
că or să-mi crească aripi ascuţite până la nori,
că ai să te ascunzi într-un ochi străin,
şi el o să se-nchidă cu o frunză de pelin.

Şi-atunci mă apropii de pietre şi tac,
iau cuvintele şi le-nec în mare.
Şuier luna şi o răsar şi o prefac
într-o dragoste mare.

Autumn Emotion
by Nichita Stanescu
Autumn came so please cover my heart with the
Tree shade—or yours so it won’t wither.
I fear that perhaps I won’t see you sometimes
That I’ll grow sharp wings up to the skies
That you’ll hide within a foreign eye
Which will close with a bitter good-bye.
And then I go near the rocks and shut up.
Take the words and drown them in the sea.
I whistle the moon and rise it and turn it
Into a big love.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: A Elena on December 13, 2010, 21:40:31
December
      By George Bacovia

See how December snows ...
Look there by the window, my dear -
Tell them to bring in more embers,
Then we can hear the fire roar.

Push the armchair up the stove
And then we'll hear, by the chimney,
The storm, or my days - it's the same -
I must learn their symphony.

How warm it is here in your home,
Which to me is totally sacred, -
See how December snows ...
Don't laugh ... go on reading aloud.

It's day and what darkness there is ...
We need a lamp fetched, would you ask -
Look, the snow is as high as the fence,
And the door-handle's caught by the frost.

I'm not going home now today ...
In front and behind there's a flood,
See how December snows ...
Don't laugh ... go on reading aloud.


Decembre

Te uita cum ninge decembre,
Spre geamuri, iubito, priveste -
Mai spune s-aduca jaratec
Si focul s-aud cum trosneste.

Si mana fotoliul spre soba,
La horn sa ascult vijelia,
Sau zilele mele - totuna -
As vrea sa le-nvat simfonia.

Mai spune s-aduca si ceaiul,
Si vino si tu mai aproape, -
Citeste-mi ceva de la poluri,
Si ninga ... zapada ne-ngroape.

Ce cald e aicea la tine.
Si toate din casa mi-s sfinte, -
Te uita cum ninge decembre ...
Nu rade ... citeste-nainte.

E ziua si ce intuneric ...
Mai spune s-aduca si lampa -
Te uita, zapada-i cat gardul,
Si-a prins promoroaca si clanta.

Eu nu mai duc azi acasa ...
Potop e-napoi si-nainte,
Te uita cum ninge decembre,
Nu rade, citeste-nainte.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: MelissaFrance on December 13, 2010, 22:21:47
Beautiful, Elena, thanks for sharing :) did you translate them yourself ?? :)
Title: poetry you like
Post by: A Elena on December 14, 2010, 20:51:41
No, I didn't... I was thinking to try... but it was easier to find these versions...even I know they are not at the level of the poets...
Title: poetry you like
Post by: WalkAbout on December 18, 2010, 11:37:29
Thank you for these wonderful poems, Elena!!! I'll search for more of them one day, already feel like it...
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Shadows-In-Twilight on December 25, 2010, 20:07:50
mmmm... i'd like to share the lyrics of one of my favourite slovenian songs. i'm listening to it for don't know which time in a row already   8)
  you get the translation after the original lyrcs   :P


NAIVEN PLES

Kadar srce boli britve režejo,
vratove do krvi trupla padajo,
a na koncu spere dež vse poražene,
prepih v žilah le,
stre ljudi in umaže pesti.

Ta naiven zadn ples,
ne bo nam dal peres,
le grozljive slike pred ime,
in nazaj korakov ni le kraj,
koder tema je kraljica saj.

Trpljenje pije znoj in solzi oči,
težko je bit heroj iz objestnosti,
ni treba žlice gret in žret vseh teh tablet,
v glavi sproži plaz in za zmeraj ustavi nam čas.

Zdaj umira na dežju,
nikogar ni nikjer,
zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir,
in krvavo bo meso,
spomin ohranjalo,
na jesen komu bo dih ustavilo.

Ta naiven zadn ples,
ne bo nam dal peres,
le grozljive slike pred ime,
in nazaj korakov ni le kraj,
koder tema je kraljica saj.

Zdaj umira na dežju,
nikogar ni nikjer,
zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir,
in krvavo bo meso,
spomin ohranjalo,
na jesen ko mu je dih ustavilo.

Zdaj umira na dežju,
nikogar ni nikjer,
zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir,
in krvavo bo meso,
spomin ohranjalo,
na jesen ko mu je dih ustavilo.


translation:

THE NAIVE DANCE

when the heart aches, razors cut
necks for blood to run, bodies fall;
in the end the rain washes all defeated;
the wind in veins only
breaks people and dirties fists

this naive last dance
won't give us wings
only horror pictures before the name
and there are no steps back, only a place
where darkness is the queen of ashes

suffering drinks sweat and makes eyes tearfull,
it's difficult to be a hero out of abandon
you don't have to warm the spoon and swallow all those pills
provoke the avalanche in the head and forever stop our time

now he's dying under rain
nobody is anywhere,
now he's alone and restlessness is all that's left for him
and his bloody flesh will
keep the memory
of the day when his breath was taken away

this naive last dance
won't give us wings
only horror pictures before the name
and there are no steps back, only a place
where darkness is the queen of ashes

now he's dying under rain
nobody is anywhere,
now he's alone and restlessness is all that's left for him
and his bloody flesh will
keep the memory
of the day when his breath was taken away

now he's dying under rain
nobody is anywhere,
now he's alone and restlessness is all that's left for him
and his bloody flesh will
keep the memory
of the day when his breath was taken away


and the song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eas-IY6MoDY&NR=1


edit: typing mistakes
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Helen on December 25, 2010, 20:10:09
I'm listening to it now  :)
You know!

Wonderful song,I like this music..
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Grazia on December 25, 2010, 20:17:34
i liked the song very much!!!  :o
Title: poetry you like
Post by: godgott on January 15, 2011, 16:05:36
The Sick Rose by William Blake

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
O crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on January 15, 2011, 17:40:04
this is the poem I read for my exam last year:

Erlkönig
Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.

Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang' dein Gesicht?
Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron' und Schweif?
Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelschweif. -

"Du liebes Kind, komm, geh' mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel' ich mit dir;
Manch bunte Blume find am dem Strand,
Meine Mutter hat manch' gülden Gewand." -

Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? -
Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind;
In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. -

"Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehen?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reih'n,
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein."-

Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düsteren Ort? -
Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh' es genau:
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. -

"Ich lieb dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch' ich Gewalt." -
Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leid's getan! -

Der Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Mühe und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

von Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Translation by Hyde Flippo (I'm not for translations of poetry but as many people here don't understand German I tried to find one... this one is specially a difficult one and I considered a rather impossible one to translate as there's lot of rhyme and image-speak but well :))

Who rides so late through the night and wind?
 It's the father with his child;
He has the boy safe in his arm,
He holds him secure, he holds him warm.
“My son, what makes you hide your face in fear?” –
Father, don't you see the Erlking?
The Erlking with crown and flowing robe? –
“My son, it's a wisp of fog.” –
     
“You dear child, come along with me!
Such lovely games I'll play with you;
Many colorful flowers are at the shore,
My mother has many a golden garment.”
     
My father, my father, and do you not hear
What the Erlking promises me so softly? –
“Be quiet, stay quiet, my child;
In the dry leaves the wind is rustling.” –
     
“Won't you come along with me, my fine boy?
My daughters shall attend to you so nicely.
My daughters do their nightly dance,
And they'll rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep.”
     
My father, my father, and do you not see over there
Erlking's daughters in that dark place? –
“My son, my son, I see it most definitely:
It's the willow trees looking so grey.”
     
“I love you; I'm charmed by your beautiful form;
And if you're not willing, then I'll use force.”
My father, my father, now he's grabbing hold of me!
Erlking has done me harm! –
     
The father shudders, he rides swiftly,
He holds in his arms the moaning child.
He reaches the farmhouse with effort and urgency.
In his arms the child was dead.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: A Elena on January 16, 2011, 15:10:38
Oh, what a poem , Kitty!!!!!!


And here it is a poem, without name, which is in my mind these days...

 by Nichita Stănescu

Nu mai pâlpâie nici o pasăre, nici o stea
Cerul a obosit deasupra ta
Hai, Nichita, strânge-ţi pleoapă
de pleoapă, strânge-le
Amurgul curge pe lângă ochii tăi uimiţi
de parcă-ar vrea să vă priviţi
unul altuia, sângele.


And here it is my translation:

There is no bird to flicker, nor a star
The sky is tired over you
Come on, Nichita, close tight your eyelid,
One on another, close them tight
The sunset is flowing besides your astonished eyes
As you’d like to look one into each other’s blood
To see how you bleed.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Fearless_soul on January 26, 2011, 13:33:15
What a beautiful poem, Elena !

And here are the lyrics of the song by Oomph! which I like so much :


Wenn du mich lässt

Ich küsse dein Gesicht
Und lösche leis das Licht
Ich bleibe einfach bei dir liegen
Der Tod hat kein Gewicht

Ich starre an die Wand
Und halte deine Hand
Ich weiß, wenn ich noch lang hier bleibe
Verlier ich den Verstand

Ich weiß, es ist noch Liebe in dir

Wenn du mich lässt
Halt ich dich fest
Ich habe nächtelang so gehofft
Dass du nur schläfst

Du hast mich angefleht
Doch es war längst zu spät
Bevor die Nächte kürzer werden
Bist du vom Wind verweht

Drum bitt' ich dich zum Schluss
Um einen letzten Kuss
Ich werde dich noch einmal lieben
Dann bring ich dich zum Fluss

Ich weiß, es ist noch Liebe in dir

Sag mir, dass du nur schläfst
Sag mir, dass du nur schläfst



Translation

If you leave me

I kiss your face,
Silently turn the light off
I just remain lying next to you
Death doesn't matter

I'm staring at the wall
And holding your hand
I know if I stay here any longer
I will lose my mind

I know there's still love inside of you

If you leave me
I'll hold you tight
For many nights I've been hoping
That you've just slept

You have begged me
But it was already too late
Before the nights become shorter
You'll be blown away by the wind

So I finally beg you
For one last kiss
I will love you once more
And then I'll bring you to the river

I know there's still love inside of you

Tell me that you're just sleeping
Tell me that you're  just sleeping
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Harlequin on January 26, 2011, 15:18:53
beautiful poems!

 when I have more time I will write some poems to share with you.

 Greetings my dear!

 :D  :D
Title: poetry you like
Post by: WalkAbout on February 02, 2011, 08:14:13
Godsmack, Dead and Broken *loved the song too much today*
Too many things are never spoken
I'm not feeling fine
I never told you what to do
I never made you a promise that you could hold me to
That'll be the day you see me crying

Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken

How many different faces can you show me?
How many times can you be right?
Another world of fantasy
Another reason for dramatizing everything
Taking it all in just one more time
I'm dying

Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken

Sorry to see that you're underestimated lately
I'd rather be dead and broken than living in your grave

Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
Title: poetry you like
Post by: WalkAbout on February 09, 2011, 15:42:58
Recently got most taken by this one:

Though I go to you
ceaselessly along dream paths,
the sum of those trysts
is less than a single glimpse
granted in the waking world.
by Ono no Komachi, Japanese Classic of the 9th century. Indeed she was a great poet...

if someone is interested in original:
夢ぢには
あしもやすめず
かよへども
うつつにひとめ
見しごとはあらず    

yumeji ni wa
ashi mo yasumezu
kayoedomo
utsutsu ni hitome
mishigoto wa arazu
Title: poetry you like
Post by: WalkAbout on February 22, 2011, 10:01:46
I just wanted to share with you a song by Russian band Splean (Spleen) called "Pis'mo" ("Letter")...since it once shattered my world and is a source I often dig into...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIO7ri1rNVU

Well...it is in Russain, and since I didn't find a suitable translation I had to do it myself...

Letter (Pis'mo)
I'm sad that you weren't caught in the heavy summer rain
In July night on the Baltic Bay
You haven't seen the magic of these lines.

A wave it's a pleasure to touch to
Sand with scattered stones
View, unchaging for centuries.

I'm sad that we won't ever get on a train
Which would ride through this time zone
By the arrow, pulled to the pole.

It won't reflect in that compartment a party
The window, where pictures keep changing
And we won't wake up in the morning,
embracing.

Late at night
Through all the commas finally got to the point
Address, Post Office
Don't worry, no more will I dedicate you a line

Hushed sounds
Rarely get to me in the night time
Letters break into dance
I write and never wait for an answer

Thoughts, rhymes
Light is left, sound is left, everything else erased
Dimming figures
I called only to hear the voice

Frozen rider
Rider froze, no room for the river in the channel
Edges, verges
I love, not needing a feeling in return.

Original:
Письмо
Мне жаль, что тебя не застал летний ливень
В июльскую ночь, на балтийском заливе
Не видела ты волшебства этих линий.

Волна, до которой приятно коснуться руками
Песок, на котором рассыпаны камни
Пейзаж, не меняющийся здесь веками.

Мне жаль, что мы снова не сядем на поезд,
Который пройдет часовой этот пояс
По стрелке которую тянет на полюс

Что не отразит в том купе вечеринку
Окно, где все время меняют картинку
И мы не проснемся на утро в обнимку.

Поздно ночью
Через все запятые дошел, наконец, до точки
Адрес, почта
Не волнуйся, я не посвящу тебе больше ни строчки
Тихо звуки
По ночам до меня долетают редко
Пляшут буквы
Я пишу и не жду никогда ответа
Мысли, рифмы
Свет остался, остался звук, остальное стерлось
Гаснут цифры
Я звонил, чтобы просто услышать голос
Всадник замер
Замер всадник, реке стало тесно в русле
Кромки, грани
Я люблю, не нуждаясь в ответном чувстве
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Tänzerin der Dunkelheit on March 15, 2011, 22:42:13
@ Kitty: The poem "Erlkönig" is a poem we have as a topic in music at school. Because there are several musical versions of it. It is a really great poem and what is the best, we had to write a own musical version in small groups and recorded it. It was really fun...


My fovourite poem for several years already is:


Mondnacht (by Joseph von Eichendorff)

Es war, als hätt der Himmel
Die Erde still geküßt,
Daß sie im Blütenschimmer
Von ihm nun träumen müßt.

Die Luft ging durch die Felder,
Die Ähren wogten sacht,
Es rauschten leis die Wälder,
So sternklar war die Nacht.

Und meine Seele spannte
Weit ihre Flügel aus,
Flog durch die stillen Lande,
Als flöge sie nach Haus.



Here in English, I took it from a homepage, I din't know who translated it:


Moonlit Night

It was like Heaven's glimmer
had touched the Earth's skin
that in Her blossoms' shimmer
She had to think of Him.

The breeze was gently walking
through wheatfields near and far;
the woods were softly talking
so bright shone ev'ry star.

And thus my soul extended
its wings through skies to roam:
O'er quiet lands suspended,
my soul was flying home.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: TAMAR on March 16, 2011, 05:36:31
Quote from: "WalkAbout"
Recently got most taken by this one:

Though I go to you
ceaselessly along dream paths,
the sum of those trysts
is less than a single glimpse
granted in the waking world.
by Ono no Komachi, Japanese Classic of the 9th century. Indeed she was a great poet...


Thank you so much, Nina, she was a really great poet and when I read her poem it reminds me the words - Japanese people talks little, but theirs words says too much. I think this quote suits her well. :)

Russian lyric is a very beautiful as well, I love it so much how it sounds in original :) despite of I don't understand always every words clear. :oops:

Olena, Ohh I like the lyric of Oomph, it's so sad and beautiful which has touched my heart. <3 especially the last part...

Quote
"So I finally beg you
For one last kiss
I will love you once more
And then I'll bring you to the river

I know there's still love inside of you

Tell me that you're just sleeping
Tell me that you're just sleeping"


I imagined this in my mind, how tragic and wonderful scene could it be.. :oops:

Thank you so much for all these amazing poems shared here^^ :)
Title: poetry you like
Post by: TAMAR on March 16, 2011, 05:53:53
wonderful poem by Hungarian poet László Jávor, I found it yesterday and I've been totally caught by this tragic and inspirational poem.. I want to share it to you. =)

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...

Gloomy Sunday

This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...

The last Sunday


Original version:

Szomorú vasárnap

Szomorú vasárnap száz fehér virággal
Vártalak kedvesem templomi imával
Álmokat kergető vasárnap délelőtt
Bánatom hintaja nélküled visszajött
Azóta szomorú mindig a vasárnap
Könny csak az italom kenyerem a bánat...

Szomorú vasárnap

Utolsó vasárnap kedvesem gyere el
Pap is lesz, koporsó, ravatal, gyászlepel
Akkor is virág vár, virág és - koporsó
Virágos fák alatt utam az utolsó
Nyitva lesz szemem hogy még egyszer lássalak
Ne félj a szememtől holtan is áldalak...

Utolsó vasárnap
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on March 18, 2011, 18:37:20
a poem we discussed in class today:

By W.B. Yeats
NEVER GIVE ALL THE HEART

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost. (1903)
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on May 11, 2011, 22:24:44
Thanks to my Godfather I got to know a couple of new singers :) and one of them really stole my heart ... that is Tori amos... This one lyric is just kinda donno it captures something inside of me which I myself can't bring under words so I really like this one: Northern Lad  :) hope you like it as well.

Had a northern Lad
not exactly had
he moved like the sunset god who painted that
first he loved my accent
how his knees could bent
I thought we'd be okay
me and my molasses
but I feel something is wrong
but I feel this cake just isn't done
and don't say that you don't
you don't show much these days
it get's so fuckin cold
I loved his secret places
but I can't go anymore
"you change like sugar cane", sayes my northern lad
well I guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars
I feel the west in you
but I, I feel it falling apart too
and don't say that you don't
And if you could see me now
said if you could see me now
girls you've got to know
when it's time to turn the page
when you're only wet, because of the rain
because of the rain (x2)
because of the rain
Title: poetry you like
Post by: godgott on May 17, 2011, 17:53:11
Maybe it's not a poem but I really like it.

Herbert Grönemeyer- "Glück"


Was immer du denkst, wohin ich führe,
wohin es führt, vielleicht nur hinters Licht.
Du bist ein Geschenk, seit ich dich kenne,
seit ich dich kenne, trage ich Glück im Blick.

Ich kläre den Nebel, änder so schnell ich kann
und was sich nicht ändert, an dem bin ich noch dran.
Kleb an den Sternen, bis einer dann fällt,
der mir die Brust aufreißt.
Ich zöger nicht lang, ich setzte die Segel,
pack den Mond für dich ein, zerschneide die Kabel,
will allein mit dir sein.
Und wenn du nichts für mich tust, dann tust du es gut.

Was immer du denkst, wohin ich führe,
wohin es führt, vielleicht nur hinters Licht.
Du bist ein Geschenk, seit ich dich kenne,
seit ich dich kenne, trage ich Glück im Blick.

Du hast mich verwickelt in ein seidenes Netz,
das Leben ist gerissen, aber nicht jetzt,
es kriegt endlich Flügel, fliegt auf und davon,
das sind deine Augen - so blau und so fromm.
Und du lachst und du strahlst,
setzt den Schalk ins Genick,
schenkst mir Freudentränen und nimmst keine zurück
und du tust mir nichts und das tust du gut.

Was immer du denkst, wohin ich führe,
wohin es führt, vielleicht nur hinters Licht.
Du bist das Geschenk, aller Geschenke,
aller Geschenke, ich trage Glück im Blick.

Und wird dein Kopf dir irgendwann zu eng und trübe
Und du weißt, dass der Regen sich verdrängt,
färbe ich sie ein, deine schrägen Schübe,
du bist alles in allem, das bist du nicht.

( was immer du denkst )
Du lachst und du strahlst,
setzt den Schalk ins Genick,
(wohin ich führe )
schenkst mir Freudentränen nimmst keine zurück
(wohin ich führe)
und du tust mir nichts und das tust du gut.
Und ist dein Kopf dir irgendwann zu eng und trübe
Versuche ich, dass der Regen sich verdrängt,

Du bist das Geschenk, aller Geschenke,
seit ich dich kenne, trage ich Glück im Blick
Oh, du bist das Geschenk, aller Geschenke,
seit ich dich kenne, kenne, trage ich Glück im Blick.
Title: poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on August 02, 2011, 22:13:01
What have you done - Anouk

Headed for the heartache
You took my love and broke it
Torn it and provoked it
As I trusted
Your charming little ways
And all those lies of praise

What have you done
What have you done

It has been a long and crazy day
After I unfolded your mistakes
And that pretty evil face

How did you trick me
Into loving you
You're like poison on my soul
Was it worth it

You pushed it way too far
Speading rumours about my heart
Hey it ain't right
No it ain't right

It has been a long and crazy day
After I unfolded your mistakes
And that pretty evil face

And I will blame it all on you
For I will never dance again
The way I did when you were my man

Don't be calling me
You're messing with my head
I'm so angry but instead
I still want more

Inspite of all the lies
The phony alibis you've given my heart

It has been a long and crazy day
After I unfolded your mistakes
And that pretty evil face

And I will blame it all on you
For I will never dance again

It has been a long and crazy day
After I unfolded your mistakes
And that pretty evil face

And I will blame it all on you
For I will never dance again
The way I did when you were my man
Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: Kitty on September 29, 2012, 17:20:12
I recalled also this one because I liked it in the past and since I'm ill I had some time to re-read poetry and I came across two I want to share :)

Von Goethe Ginkgo Biloba

Dieses Baums Blatt, der von Osten
Meinem Garten anvertraut,
Gibt geheimen Sinn zu kosten,
Wie's den Wissenden erbaut.

Ist es Ein lebendig Wesen,
Das sich in sich selbst getrennt?
Sind es zwei, die sich erlesen,
Dass man sie als eines kennt.

Solche Frage zu erwidern,
Fand ich wohl den rechten Sinn.
Fühlst du nicht in meinen Liedern,
Dass ich Eins und doppelt bin.

Translation:
In my garden's care and favour
From the East this tree's leaf shows
Secret sense for us to savour
And uplifts the one who knows.

Is it but one being single
Which as same itself divides?
Are there two which choose to mingle
So that each as one now hides?

As the answer to such question
I have found a sense that's true:
Is it not my songs' suggestion
That I'm one and also two?


And then from Tatsuya

Es gibt eine Liebe,
die über jede Liebe erhaben ist,
die Leben überdauert.
Zwei Seelen aus einer entstanden.
Vereinigt wie zwei Flammen.
Identisch – und doch getrennt.
Manchmal zusammen, durch Gefühl und Verlangen verschweißt.
Manchmal getrennt, um zu lernen und zu wachsen.
Aber einander immer wieder findend.
In anderen Zeiten, anderen Orten.
Wieder und wieder

=> I haven't found a translation and somehow I won't even try for English will destroy much of its essence.
Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: jenny-jen on November 09, 2012, 02:00:04
Farin Urlaub - Niemals

Ich wünsch mir, dass ich dich vergessen kann,
Ich würd dich gerne einfach ignorieren.
Ich bin mir sicher, irgendwann,
Wird das auch einfach über Nacht passieren.
Bis dahin wird einige Zeit vergehen,
Bis dahin muss ich noch geduldig warten.
Ich werd versuchen dich nicht anzusehen,
Weil meine Blicke mich verraten.

Doch mir ist klar,
Dass da niemals etwas sein wird,
Weil da niemals etwas war.

Vielleicht liegts daran,
Dass ich zu oft allein war,
Als ich klein war.
Oder dass mein Vater gemein war.
Nein, dass soll keine Verteidigung sein,
Ich wüsste nur selber gern,
Woran es eigentlich liegt,
Dass ich auf Wolken geh,
Wenn ich dich seh.
Mein Kopf ist JWD,
Und es tut mir weh,
Dass du nicht weißt,
Wie es in mir aussieht.

Ich lege dir mein Herz zu Füßen,
Was soll ich noch damit,
Bitte tritt es nicht kaputt,
Es litt bereits genug.

Mir ist klar,
Dass da niemals etwas sein wird,
Weil da niemals etwas war.

Du sagst du willst nichts von mir,
Ich träume trotzdem von dir,
Was ich nicht habe,
Kann ich auch nicht verlieren.
Du sagst es hat keinen Sinn,
Wenn wir zwei etwas beginnen,
Zu spät, denn ich steck mittendrin.

Die Zeit vergeht langsam,
Es vergeht kein Tag,
An dem ich nicht an dich denke,
Mit jedem Herzschlag.
Es vergeht kein Tag,
Es vergeht keine Stunde,
Ich denk jetzt an dich,
Jetzt, in dieser Sekunde.
Und immer und ständig,
Bei Tag und bei Nacht,
Was ist bloß mit mir los,
Was hast du mit mir gemacht?

Mir ist klar,
Dass da niemals etwas sein wird,
Weil da niemals etwas war.
Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: jenny-jen on November 09, 2012, 02:04:00
one more...

Hermann Hesse - Im Nebel

Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein,
Kein Baum sieht den andern,
Jeder ist allein.
 
Voll von Freunden war mir die Welt
Als noch mein Leben licht war;
Nun, da der Nebel fällt,
Ist keiner mehr sichtbar.
 
Wahrlich, keiner ist weise,
Der nicht das Dunkel kennt,
Das unentrinnbar und leise
Von allen ihn trennt.
 
Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Leben ist Einsamsein.
Kein Mensch kennt den andern,
Jeder ist allein.
Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: Eiseskälte on December 24, 2012, 00:50:29
Georg Trakl - Menschliche Trauer

3. Fassung

 

        Die Uhr, die vor der Sonne fünfe schlägt -

        Einsame Menschen packt ein dunkles Grausen.

        Im Abendgarten morsche Bäume sausen;

        Des Toten Antlitz sich am Fenster regt.

         

        Vielleicht daß diese Stunde stillesteht.

        Vor trüben Augen nächtige Bilder gaukeln

        Im Takt der Schiffe, die am Flusse schaukeln;

        Am Kai ein Schwesternzug vorüberweht.

         

        Es scheint, man hört der Fledermäuse Schrei,

        Im Garten einen Sarg zusammenzimmern.

        Gebeine durch verfallne Mauern schimmern

        Und schwärzlich schwankt ein Irrer dort vorbei.

         

        Ein blauer Strahl im Herbstgewölk erfriert.

        Die Liebenden im Schlafe sich umschlingen,

        Gelehnet an der Engel Sternenschwingert,

        Des Edlen bleiche Schläfe Lorbeer ziert.


This is a rather atmospheric poem... I don't know why I love it so much  :-[
Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: WalkAbout on January 14, 2013, 19:29:35
Well, wanted to share with someone, no better place than here, I think ;)

Russian Original
Приходи на меня посмотреть.
Приходи. Я живая. Мне больно.
Этих рук никому не согреть,
Эти губы сказали: "Довольно!"

Каждый вечер подносят к окну
Мое кресло. Я вижу дороги.
О, тебя ли, тебя ль упрекну
За последнюю горечь тревоги!

Не боюсь на земле ничего,
В задыханьях тяжелых бледнея.
Только ночи страшны оттого,
Что глаза твои вижу во сне я.
Анна Ахматова

My translation:
Come to look at me.
Come. I'm alive. I am hurt.
Hands of mine no one can warm,
"It's enough!", my lips have bespoken.

Every evening to the window they bring
My weelchair. I see roads.
Oh, would I - you, would I ever reproach you
For the bitterness brought by anxiety!

Nothing is in this world that I fear,
Gasps for air are turning me paler.
Only nights are so scary because
I can see in my dreams your eyes.
Anna Akhmatova

The portrait of the author:
(http://www.poemhunter.com/i/p/65/6765_b_746.jpg)
Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: Shadows-In-Twilight on February 08, 2013, 22:10:09
poetry i like the most at the moment is [surprisingly] in my mother tongue. i did my best to translate it for you to understand this beauty as well  :)  [first comes slovenian and then translation]


nič več te ni

nič več te ni,
a jaz še vsa dišim po tebi,
a jaz te vsega, vsega nosim v sebi,
da me boli.

in vse noči,
vse žalostne noči prečute,
ko dolge kakor leta so minute,
ihtim v dlani.

zakrivam si oči,
da skrila solze sama bi pred sabo,
da utopila bi bridkost v pozabo,
a vsa sem brez moči.



translation:

you're gone

you're gone
but i still smell like you
but you're still all, all in me …
and it hurts

and all the nights
all the sad, sleepless nights
when minutes feel like years
i weep into my hands 

i cover my eyes
to hide my tears from my own self
to drown this sorrow in oblivion
but i am weak, i have no strength


__________________________________________________


v neskončnosti nekje

čeprav tako sem trudna in betežno
koraki merijo samotno pot,
srce še zmeraj išče te povsod,
in tava, tava v daljo nedosežno.

čeprav se ljubiva in dobro veva,
kako sva drug pred drugim brez moči,
za naju vendar skupne ni poti,
in vsak po svoji ozki stezi greva.

ljubezen veš, nikdar zaman ne išče,
nemara boš dejal: ''nikar ne laži!"
če tebe ne, vsaj mene naj tolaži,
v neskončnosti nekje je le križišče.



translation:

somewhere in infinity

eventhough i'm tired and my steps
can hardly walk this lonely path
my heart keeps looking for you everywhere i am
and it's wandering, wandering to unreachable distance far away

eventhough we love each other and know it way too well
how face to face, we lose our strength
there's no common road for us …
and so we follow our own paths, apart

love, you know, never seeks in vain
»do not lie« you might say …
if not to you, let it be a comfort to me
that we will meet somewhere in infinity.
Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: ansthsia on February 10, 2013, 03:10:18
Well, wanted to share with someone, no better place than here, I think ;)

Russian Original
Приходи на меня посмотреть.
Приходи. Я живая. Мне больно.
Этих рук никому не согреть,
Эти губы сказали: "Довольно!"



I liked this poem very much but this part I think means "these hands won't warm anyone." I don't mean to be a translation nazi but I just happened to notice!

Klo:  :) ;)
Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: Shadows-In-Twilight on February 10, 2013, 15:32:46
Klo:  :) ;)

what?  ;D  maybe i should try and translate some more, i really liked doing it with these two  :)
Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: WalkAbout on May 22, 2013, 16:57:42
[quote author link=topic=3889.msg321790#msg321790 date=1360462218]
I liked this poem very much but this part I think means "these hands won't warm anyone." I don't mean to be a translation nazi but I just happened to notice!
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Well, no, I disagree. "These hands won't warm anyone" in this form would be "Этим рукам никого не согреть", not "этих рук никому не согреть" (Subject - hands, "каких рук не согреть?" - "этих". "Каким рукам никого не согреть?" - "этим". Moreover - nobody. "Не согреть кого?" - "никого" as u know is different from "Не согреть кому?" - "никому"). Here it is clearly the second version, because with this phrase she asserts that she is alone  - she said "enough". Or something like this. It's a real shame that I haven't been able to answer at the time you wrote it. :(


So I continue here with Russian poetry. :)

Marina Tsvetaeva.

There is some hour....

There is some hour – like a cast off load –
When our proud had been fully tamed.
The learning hour – on each life-long  road –
Is predestined and great.

The time, in which – our arms just had been thrown
Down to the feet of shown by His hand –
The solder’s purple to the gray-fur gown
We’re changing on the seashore sand.

O, this great hour – like some loud trumpet,
Rising us up from free-will of a date!
O, this great hour, when like some ear, ripened,
We’re low-bending to our weight.

The ear has risen, and the hour – been crowned,
And now the ear is thirsty for the mill.
O, Law! O, Law! Yet in a womb of ground
My yoke by my own will.

The learning hour! But we see and know
Another light, - another bright sunrise.
Be ever blessed, now rising him below,
High time when lone will be each of us!


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November 10, 2005

Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: WalkAbout on May 28, 2014, 16:23:28
 ;D ;D ;D A slightly more than a year back I've left here the last poem I loved. Oh my. Time flies so, so fast!
But since today the world was left without Maya Angelou, a wonderful poet and strong woman, I'd love to post here a poem by her, as a commemoration of sorts. Hope you'll love it :)

Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: Sunny on May 28, 2014, 21:53:21
Impressionism
Osip Mandelstam
Translated from Russian by Alec Vagapov

The artist's work delineates
Dead faint of lilac shrub for us
He put, like crusts, upon the canvas
Reverberating sounds of paints.

He knows what oil is worth indeed:
In sumer, parched and under strain,
Warmed up with lilac tint of brain
Extended to the stuffy heat.

The lilac shade is growing richer,
A whistle or a whip fades like a match:
You'll say that it's a cook as such
Preparing pigeons in the kitchen.

You can divine there a swing
And an unfinished veil of brown,
And in this sunny big breakdown
A bumblebee acts as a king.


I love the clarity and exactness of description in this pure verse.  :)

Title: Antw:poetry you like
Post by: WalkAbout on October 06, 2014, 03:13:46
Actually, it's a song, not a poem, but I do love it so much these days...

EVERYTHING PASSES
THIS TOO SHALL PASS

I was already so far away from you
And no words remained for us to speak
And the wind swept away a lone sail
And in the end made it lonelier still
Awake from every dream and whisper
Everything passes.

All that was once and was forgotten
Today will not return
It is just every wrinkle carved into the skin
That today burns deeper still
For there is no way back
And everything passes.

Every day follows another day and night follows night
And as long as nothing changes on this earth
It is good we stayed together
And it is good that we have someone with whom to share
Despite everything there is no way back
And everything passes.

Every wound that healed and again reopened
Today burns even more
It mends and restores itself
And again it all bursts forward even stronger
Now it does not break and turn into a crisis
And everything passes.

Every day follows...(x2)

And do you remember how we once were
Facing the wind and it's strengthening power
And after all the bad years
Many better years came to pass
It is good we stayed together
And it is good that we have someone with whom to share
Despite everything there is no way back
And everything passes.

Hakol Over by Idan Raichel Ensemble, I don't know the translator's name, though :(