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Post by Bara on Sept 21, 2012 16:11:21 GMT -5
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Post by adcooper on Sept 22, 2012 8:05:15 GMT -5
A new favorite every day!
The Light By The Barn
The light by the barn that shines all night
pales at dawn when a little breeze comes.
A little breeze comes breathing the fields
from their sleep and waking the slow windmill.
The slow windmill sings the long day
about anguish and loss to the chickens at work.
The little breeze follows the slow windmill
and the chickens at work till the sun goes down--
Then the light by the barn again.
William Stafford
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Post by niaru on Sept 22, 2012 17:04:53 GMT -5
Pomes? Pommes? McIntosh, Gala, and pommes des moissons. Oh wait, you mean poems! Mine are all French or German: Baudelaire, Mallarmé, Cendrars, Prévert, Rimbaud, Nerval...Goethe, Heinle, Hölderlin, Novalis... My lack of knowledge of English-speaking poets is abysmal. I've heard good things about Robert Frost...?  Off to read your links Bara. |
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Post by Bara on Sept 23, 2012 3:17:50 GMT -5
 Sorry, Claire. No, not apples or potatoes, just silly spelling. That's lovely, Ann, but a little disturbing. When did you first find it? Does anyone remember 'When I am old I will wear straw in my hair'? I can't find it. Deb, I think you had it at some time. Here's your challenge, Claire, find a favourite poem, translate it - and still keep it as poetry! Oh, that reminds me! You speak German; we all love Alice in Wonderland. I used to have 'The Jabberwocky' in German : I'll try to find it again ..
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Sorry, Claire. No, not apples or potatoes, just silly spelling.