|
1
registreret
(1 usynlig),
53
gæster og
228
søgemaskiner online. |
|
Key:
Admin,
Global Mod,
Mod
|
|
|
Skribent: Simon
Emne: Re: Poetisk fryd..
|
Morn' RM..
Med tak under skydækket, lidt aforisme & morgenhaiku...
Der er flere udmærkede måder at beskytte sig
mod fristelser på; men den sikreste er fejhed.
Vand kan, indtaget i forsigtige
mængder, ikke skade nogen.
- Mark Twain.
Månegoplen svajer
som en faldskærm i luft
under bølgerne.
- Bash Swift.
- dén her vil Fillon sikkert underskrive:
De bedste planer hos både mus og mænd
går ofte skævt,
Og gir os ene stene og sand
for det lovede brød –
(Solvitur ambulando).
- Robert Burns.
_ _ _
The Gutturale Muse
Last summer, and at midnight
I smelt the heat of the day:
At my window over the hotel car park
I breathed the muddied night airs off the lake
And watched a young crowd leave the discitheque.
Their voices rose op thick and comforting
As oily bubbles the feeding tench sent up
That evening at dusk – the slimy tench
Once called the ‘doctor fish’ because his slime
Was said to heal the wounds of fish that touched it.
A girl in white dress
Was being courted out among the cars:
As her voice swarmed and puddled into laughs
I felt like some old pike all badged with sores
Wanting to swim in touch soft-mouthed life.
- Seamus Heaney, Field Work.
- mvh
Simon
P.s.: Hvad mon muserne sir til det numsevrik diskodaskoen kalder dans? ;)
|
|
|
|
