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Posts: 10,754 
Location: pumpkin pie bungalow
Location: pumpkin pie bungalow
November 29th, 2004, 03:00 PM
Wintersnow, I am becoming very fond of the chinese poet, they are translated but the meaning comes threw. They have alot of poetry about nature which I enjoy very much. You should read some walt witman, a great american poet. I really enjoyed reading this translation of a poem by Li Yu
Angler
Foamy tides, like snow-drifts, lingering;
A battalion of plum trees silently blooming;
A bottle of wine
And a fishing line;
Who in this world is my equal?
The oar rips apart the spring water
On which the leaf-like boat is floating.
A tiny hook dangles
At the end of a silk cord.
The islet is covered with blossoms
And my jug is full of wine.
Upon these thousand acres of waves there is freedom.
Wintersnow, I am becoming very fond of the chinese poet, they are translated but the meaning comes threw. They have alot of poetry about nature which I enjoy very much. You should read some walt witman, a great american poet. I really enjoyed reading this translation of a poem by Li Yu
Angler
Foamy tides, like snow-drifts, lingering;
A battalion of plum trees silently blooming;
A bottle of wine
And a fishing line;
Who in this world is my equal?
The oar rips apart the spring water
On which the leaf-like boat is floating.
A tiny hook dangles
At the end of a silk cord.
The islet is covered with blossoms
And my jug is full of wine.
Upon these thousand acres of waves there is freedom.
Lady C just has to hear that one. Member
Posts: 219
Location: Montreal
Location: Montreal
December 9th, 2004, 03:49 PM
Heart, we will forget him
by Emily Dickinson
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!
Desire
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart
An Epitaph
Walter de la Mare
Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she:
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
However rare, rare it be;
And when I crumble who shall remember
This lady of the West Country?
Heart, we will forget him
by Emily Dickinson
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!
Desire
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart
An Epitaph
Walter de la Mare
Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she:
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
However rare, rare it be;
And when I crumble who shall remember
This lady of the West Country?
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Posts: 16
Location: afaid to say
Location: afaid to say
December 30th, 2004, 04:35 PM
When I Heard the Modern Astronomer
with apologies to Walt Whitman
When I heard the modern astronomer,
When the computer driven, GoTo telescope was set up before me,
When I heard its noisy whine, like dentist drills, ice crushers, killer Martian robots,
When the night birds flew away, the crickets hushed, the wildlife fled from the manmade din,
How soon unacountable I became tired and sick,
Till packing up and trudging off I wander'd to another spot,
In the mystical moist night-air, and thru the remaining night,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
When I Heard the Modern Astronomer
with apologies to Walt Whitman
When I heard the modern astronomer,
When the computer driven, GoTo telescope was set up before me,
When I heard its noisy whine, like dentist drills, ice crushers, killer Martian robots,
When the night birds flew away, the crickets hushed, the wildlife fled from the manmade din,
How soon unacountable I became tired and sick,
Till packing up and trudging off I wander'd to another spot,
In the mystical moist night-air, and thru the remaining night,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
