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Skribent: Simon
Emne: Re: Mellemrummet
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Man finder intet sted en større rigdom i nationallyrik end hos de stolte englishmen, den der selv har været på vandrefod i engelske landskaber og læst de gamle poeter, forstår udmærket betagelsen, der grunder sig vidt i litteraturen. Og hvem har for øvrigt ikke lunet sig i landsbyatmosfæren hos Jane Austen, Agatha Christie, Colin Dexter, Dorothy L. Sayers og John Mortimer, der for mit vedk. tar prisen, eller for den sags skyld været ved at få kaffen i den gale hals i ren fryd over miljøet Tom Barnaby dagligt færdes i. Den rejselystne vandrefod må pt. færdes i den grænseløse litteratur, der næppe kunne være mere indifferent overfor mikroskopiske forhindringer, nåja, undtagelsesvis ka’ man jo lægge vejen forbi et af Dorothy L. Sayers giftmord, opdaget og forløst af den berømte engelskmand, af hvilke der findes ikke så få – ja for os der holder af at nyde dem på langs, er det jo lige før man får liggesår, i ren betagelse:
Weathers
This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes
And nestlings fly;
And the little brown nightinggale bills his best,
And they sit outside the “Travellers Rest,”
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the South and West,
And so do I.
This is the weather the shepherd shuns,
And so do I;
When beeches drip in browns and duns,
And thresh, and ply;
And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe,
And meadow rivulets overflow,
And drops on gate-bars hang in a row,
And rooks in families homeward go,
And so do I.
- Thomas Hardy.
Beneath the greenwood tree
There is no land like England
Where’er the light of day be;
There are no hearts like English hearts,
Such hearts of oak as they be.
There is no land like England
Where’er the light of day be;
There are no men like Englishmen
So tall and bold as they be.
And these will strike for England
Snd man and maid be free
To foil and spoil the tyrant
Beneeth the greenwood tree.
There is no land like England
Where’er the light of day be;
There are no wives like English wives
So fair and chaste as they be.
There is no land like England
Where’er the light of day be;
There are no maids like English maids
So beautiful as the be.
And these shall wed with freemen,
And all there sons be free,
To sing the songs of England
Beneeth the greenwood tree.
- Lord Tennyson, 1854.
mvh
Simon
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