Off topic: 29 - poem by e.e. cummings Thread poster: A Hayes (X)
| A Hayes (X) Australia Local time: 05:36
the greedy the people (as if as can yes) they steal and they buy and they die for because though the bell in the steeple says Why
the chary the wary (as all as can each) they don\'t and they do and they turn to a which though the moon in her glory says Who
the busy the millions (as you\'re as can i\'m) they flock and they flee <... See more the greedy the people (as if as can yes) they steal and they buy and they die for because though the bell in the steeple says Why
the chary the wary (as all as can each) they don\'t and they do and they turn to a which though the moon in her glory says Who
the busy the millions (as you\'re as can i\'m) they flock and they flee through a thunder of seem thoguh the stars in their silence say Be
the cunning the craven (as think as can feel) they when and they how and they live for until though the sun in his heaven says Now
the timid the tender (as doubt as can trust) they work and they pray and they bow to a must though the earth in her splendor says May
e.e. cummings
Have a Happy and Safe Christmas and New Year (those who celebrate them). And remember what the Dormouse said: Feed your head, Feed your head.
▲ Collapse | | | Thanks munchkin | Dec 21, 2002 |
Maybe you\'ll also enjoy this one.
My Papa\'s Waltz
The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother\'s countenance Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every st... See more Maybe you\'ll also enjoy this one.
My Papa\'s Waltz
The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother\'s countenance Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.
Theodore Roethke
▲ Collapse | | | A Hayes (X) Australia Local time: 05:36 TOPIC STARTER ironically beautiful | Dec 22, 2002 |
thanks Kim.
have a wonderful white (?) Christmas- | | | Oh Kim & Munchin!!! | Dec 22, 2002 |
You\'re both delightful! Fondest Season\'s Greetings to you both! | |
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Continuing the American modernist thread | Dec 22, 2002 |
The American poets of the 1920s and 30s are sometimes called the modernist poets. Besides munchkin's e.e. cummings and Roethke, that group also included Wallace Stevens. CY EST POURTRAICTE, MADAME STE URSULE, ET LES UNZE MILLE VIERGES Ursula, in a garden, found A bed of radishes. She kneeled upon the ground And gathered them, With flowers around, Blue, gold, pink, and green. She dressed in red and gold brocade And ... See more The American poets of the 1920s and 30s are sometimes called the modernist poets. Besides munchkin's e.e. cummings and Roethke, that group also included Wallace Stevens. CY EST POURTRAICTE, MADAME STE URSULE, ET LES UNZE MILLE VIERGES Ursula, in a garden, found A bed of radishes. She kneeled upon the ground And gathered them, With flowers around, Blue, gold, pink, and green. She dressed in red and gold brocade And in the grass an offering made Of radishes and flowers. She said, “My dear, Upon your altars, I have placed The marguerite and coquelicot, And roses Frail as April snow; But here,” she said, “Where none can see, I make an offering, in the grass, Of radishes and flowers.” And then she wept For fear the Lord would not accept. The good Lord in His garden sought New leaf and shadowy tinct, And they were all His thought. He heard her low accord, Half prayer and half ditty, And He felt a subtle quiver, That was not heavenly love, Or pity. This is not writ In any book. Wallace Stevens (1879 – 1955) [ This Message was edited by:on2002-12-22 20:28]
[Edited at 2003-10-26 04:03] ▲ Collapse | | | it may not always be so, but... | Jun 21, 2003 |
I´m a "rookie" from Brazil and joined in search for help with a much more simpler poem (smiles). Actually I´m searching for a Spanish translation of the following, from "Tulips and Chimneys": it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such silence as i know, or such great ... See more I´m a "rookie" from Brazil and joined in search for help with a much more simpler poem (smiles). Actually I´m searching for a Spanish translation of the following, from "Tulips and Chimneys": it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such silence as i know, or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, i say if this should be-- you of my heart, send me a little word; that i may go unto him, and take his hands, saying, Accept all happiness from me. Then shall i turn my face and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands Thanks! Lucia Boldrini ▲ Collapse | | | To report site rules violations or get help, contact a site moderator: You can also contact site staff by submitting a support request » 29 - poem by e.e. cummings Anycount & Translation Office 3000 | Translation Office 3000
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