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Skribent: Simon
Emne: Re: Poetisk fryd..
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Morn' RM...
Ja sikke en kvinde; bag de brilleglas befandt sig lige et par verdenskrige samt det løse, antallet af morgensmøger over teskeen frit stående i kaffen har muligvis været til at overse, men 64 år var hun, da poesien for alvor løb ud i bækken - måske en lille engel sad bag ørerne og sang, her et par strofer til morgenkaffen:
An Altogether Different Language
There was a church in Umbria, Little Portion,
Already old eight hundred years ago.
It was abandoned and in disrepair
But it was called St. Mary of the Angels
For it was known to be the haunt of angels,
Often at night the country people
Could hear them singing there.
What was it like, to listen to the angels,
To hear those mountain-fresh, those simple voices
Poured out on the bare stones of Little Portion
In hymns of joy?
No one has told us.
Perhaps it needs another language
That we have still to learn,
An altogether different language.
- Anne Porter.
Og ja, Seamus Heaney er godt for øjne, og har, apropos musikken-i-bækken, sikkert været noget af en inspirationskilde for litteraturstud. - for ikke at tale om anerkendelsen han fik fra den irske befolkning. Så vi er i godt selskab RM, ja også Joyce ligger sgu' og synger med! ;)
Go' dag dér
Simon
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