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zerquetschten kleine frösche…
da quakten die kinder
aber als sie absprangen brachen sie sich beide beine und mussten eingeschläfert werden
schade
eigentlich
[ mit Dank an S. ]
January 13th, 2007
poetry Category
I once knew a girl
who would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care.
She’d stare at the ground,
she’d stare at the sky.
She’d stare at you for hours,
and you’d never know why.
But after winning the local staring contest,
she finally gave her eyes a well-deserved rest.
(Tim Burton)
December 18th, 2006
I found some moving poems today, and think it’s time to implement the category poetry on this BLOG.
The Sick Rose (William Blake)
Oh Rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out they bed
of crimson joy.
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
The Fly (William Blake)
Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance,
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly.
If I live,
Or if I die.
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October 6th, 2006
Ich habe selten so tiefe und zugleich traurige Gedichte gelesen …
July 27th, 2006
As I was sitting in my chair,
I knew the bottom wasn’t there,
Nor legs nor back, but I just sat,
Ignoring little things like that.
(William Hughes Mearns, 1875-1965)
July 26th, 2006
And due to the new category “art” in my blog (no idea why I haven’t come up with that earlier), I am posting a slightly changed picture I found a long time ago in the internet – which is my new desktop background now.
It reminds me of a poem I discovered in Norway about a year ago:
July 10th, 2006
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
(Robert Lee Frost)
June 17th, 2006
