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Skribent: RoseMarie
Emne: Re: Poetisk fryd..
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Hej Simon
Lidt mere fra Anne Porter og hendes paradishave, hvor engle og fugle synger med baskende vingerne :))
The Pasture Rose
Rosa humilis
The rose of the pastures
A small peasant rose
Free and for nothing
Gives us her prickles
Her five translucent petals
And her golden eye
And so to thank her
I try to learn
That dialect of silence
Which is her language
And then translate it
Into human words
As if the Lord had told me
Listen to the rose
Be the voice of the rose.
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Wild geese alighting on a lake
I watched them
As they neared the lake
They wheeled
In a wide arc
With beating wings
And then
They put their wings to sleep
And glided downward in a drift
Of pure abandonment
Until they reached
The surface of the lake
Composed their wings
And settled
On the rippling water
As though it were a nest.
Mild, lattermild og gavmild. Det er, hvad jeg ser i hendes øjne og ansigt ... lys og lyslevende.
http://www.27east.com/assets/Article/401596/oPorter1013BE.jpg
Er hun ikke skøn på billedet her? :))
Milde hilsner
RoseMarie
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