What kind of poetry do you like? (16)
Ich kauf' mir ein Motorrad
und einen Lederdress
und fege durch die Gegend
mit 110 PS
Mit 66 Jahren , da fängt das Leben an
Mit 66 Jahren , da hat man Spass daran
Mit 66 Jahren , da kommt man erst in Schuss
Mit 66 Jahren , ist noch lang noch nicht Schluss]
My kind of poetry ...
und einen Lederdress
und fege durch die Gegend
mit 110 PS
Mit 66 Jahren , da fängt das Leben an
Mit 66 Jahren , da hat man Spass daran
Mit 66 Jahren , da kommt man erst in Schuss
Mit 66 Jahren , ist noch lang noch nicht Schluss]
My kind of poetry ...
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Boban1: Ich kauf' mir ein Motorrad
und einen Lederdress
und fege durch die Gegend
mit 110 PS
Mit 66 Jahren , da fängt das Leben an
Mit 66 Jahren , da hat man Spass daran
Mit 66 Jahren , da kommt man erst in Schuss
Mit 66 Jahren , ist noch lang noch nicht Schluss]My kind of poetry ...
und einen Lederdress
und fege durch die Gegend
mit 110 PS
Mit 66 Jahren , da fängt das Leben an
Mit 66 Jahren , da hat man Spass daran
Mit 66 Jahren , da kommt man erst in Schuss
Mit 66 Jahren , ist noch lang noch nicht Schluss]My kind of poetry ...
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JAN_is: Perfect for you Boban!
I meant a perfect choice even though you´re far from that age. I´ve just noticed however that it´s about a woman...my German is very rusty! (correct me if I´m wrong)
Nice and simplistic.
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Hi Jan
One of my fav, being Mario Benedetti:
I LOVE YOU (Te amo)
Your hands are my caress
my daily reminders
I love you because your hands
work for justice
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two
your eyes are my spell
against a cursed day
I love you for your gaze
that looks and plants the future
your mouth that is yours and mine
your mouth doesn’t lie
I love you because your mouth
knows how to shout rebellion
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two
and for your open face
and your wanderer’s footstep
and your weeping for the world
because you are of the people I love you.
and because love is not a halo
nor morality tale
and because we are a couple
that knows it is not alone
I love you in my paradise
which is to say that in my ideal country
people live happily
without even having permission
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two.
One of my fav, being Mario Benedetti:
I LOVE YOU (Te amo)
Your hands are my caress
my daily reminders
I love you because your hands
work for justice
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two
your eyes are my spell
against a cursed day
I love you for your gaze
that looks and plants the future
your mouth that is yours and mine
your mouth doesn’t lie
I love you because your mouth
knows how to shout rebellion
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two
and for your open face
and your wanderer’s footstep
and your weeping for the world
because you are of the people I love you.
and because love is not a halo
nor morality tale
and because we are a couple
that knows it is not alone
I love you in my paradise
which is to say that in my ideal country
people live happily
without even having permission
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two.
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lifeisadream: Hi Jan
One of my fav, being Mario Benedetti:
I LOVE YOU (Te amo)
Your hands are my caress
my daily reminders
I love you because your hands
work for justice
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two
your eyes are my spell
against a cursed day
I love you for your gaze
that looks and plants the future
your mouth that is yours and mine
your mouth doesn’t lie
I love you because your mouth
knows how to shout rebellion
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two
and for your open face
and your wanderer’s footstep
and your weeping for the world
because you are of the people I love you.
and because love is not a halo
nor morality tale
and because we are a couple
that knows it is not alone
I love you in my paradise
which is to say that in my ideal country
people live happily
without even having permission
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two.
One of my fav, being Mario Benedetti:
I LOVE YOU (Te amo)
Your hands are my caress
my daily reminders
I love you because your hands
work for justice
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two
your eyes are my spell
against a cursed day
I love you for your gaze
that looks and plants the future
your mouth that is yours and mine
your mouth doesn’t lie
I love you because your mouth
knows how to shout rebellion
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two
and for your open face
and your wanderer’s footstep
and your weeping for the world
because you are of the people I love you.
and because love is not a halo
nor morality tale
and because we are a couple
that knows it is not alone
I love you in my paradise
which is to say that in my ideal country
people live happily
without even having permission
if I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice and my everything
and in the street arm in arm
we are many more than two.
I could quite happily use my voice recording that piece of poetry, it´s beautiful. My problem is trying to evoke the emotion and feeling to record poetry I don´t particularly care for .
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My favorite poet is Christina Rossetti. You can read her famous (and somewhat lengthy) Goblin Market at
But my all-time favorite poem is Percy Bysshe Shelley's Ozymandias:
Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
But my all-time favorite poem is Percy Bysshe Shelley's Ozymandias:
Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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Let’s Make a Deal
Compañera,
you know
that you can count on me,
not up to two nor until ten
but just count on me.
If sometimes
you notice
I’m looking into your eyes,
and you recognize a streak of love
in mine,
don’t raise your rifles,
or think I’m delirious;
despite that streak,
or perhaps because of it,
you can count
on me.
If at other times
you find me
unsociable without reason,
don’t think you’re at fault;
you can still count on me.
But let’s make a deal
I would love to count on you—
it’s so beautiful
to know you exist,
one feels alive;
and when I say this
I want to say count
even if it’s up to two
even if it’s up to five
not so you feel pressured
to come to my aid,
but to know
with certainty,
that you know you can
count on me.
(M. Benedetti)
Compañera,
you know
that you can count on me,
not up to two nor until ten
but just count on me.
If sometimes
you notice
I’m looking into your eyes,
and you recognize a streak of love
in mine,
don’t raise your rifles,
or think I’m delirious;
despite that streak,
or perhaps because of it,
you can count
on me.
If at other times
you find me
unsociable without reason,
don’t think you’re at fault;
you can still count on me.
But let’s make a deal
I would love to count on you—
it’s so beautiful
to know you exist,
one feels alive;
and when I say this
I want to say count
even if it’s up to two
even if it’s up to five
not so you feel pressured
to come to my aid,
but to know
with certainty,
that you know you can
count on me.
(M. Benedetti)
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Laugh a bit/for you i open/my life and hug/wipe the tears/and simply listen/what say your heart .-
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Here's one of my favorites by Christina Rossetti:
A BIRTHDAY
Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
***
I believe that, despite its apparent romantic notions, Rossetti is actually describing a religious birth, what might nowadays be called being "born again." The "love" she describes coming to her would then be the grace of Jesus. But it also works well as a metaphor for more secular love as well.
A BIRTHDAY
Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
***
I believe that, despite its apparent romantic notions, Rossetti is actually describing a religious birth, what might nowadays be called being "born again." The "love" she describes coming to her would then be the grace of Jesus. But it also works well as a metaphor for more secular love as well.
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Quite frankly I like my own poetry. I also like several famous poem like this one by Robert Frost. Of course I think Richard Burton could have done a better job reading it.
I love many of Poes poems esp "The Bells". One of my all time favs is "Abou ben Adam"
95% of poetry written by everyday people today is crap IMO.
I love many of Poes poems esp "The Bells". One of my all time favs is "Abou ben Adam"
95% of poetry written by everyday people today is crap IMO.
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ooby_dooby: Quite frankly I like my own poetry. I also like several famous poem like this one by Robert Frost. Of course I think Richard Burton could have done a better job reading it.
I love many of Poes poems esp "The Bells". One of my all time favs is "Abou ben Adam"
95% of poetry written by everyday people today is crap IMO.
I love many of Poes poems esp "The Bells". One of my all time favs is "Abou ben Adam"
95% of poetry written by everyday people today is crap IMO.
Poe's "The Bells" is, I think, maybe the finest example in English-language literature of the rhythm of language.
Why pick on poets of today? Most likely 95% of poetry written in days of yore was equally crappy. It's just been forgotten about since.
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Dagosto: Poe's "The Bells" is, I think, maybe the finest example in English-language literature of the rhythm of language.
Why pick on poets of today? Most likely 95% of poetry written in days of yore was equally crappy. It's just been forgotten about since. And, aren't non-discriminating readers of today equally to blame?
I think people today what with computers and spell checkers a mouse click away who can't even bother to do that, are worse than people of say the 19th century who had to write with pencil & paper which itself was scarce. I think back then it was much more work to create a literary work therefore they put more effort into it. Here's a fairly good reading of the bells.Why pick on poets of today? Most likely 95% of poetry written in days of yore was equally crappy. It's just been forgotten about since. And, aren't non-discriminating readers of today equally to blame?
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ooby_dooby: I think people today what with computers and spell checkers a mouse click away who can't even bother to do that, are worse than people of say the 19th century who had to write with pencil & paper which itself was scarce. I think back then it was much more work to create a literary work therefore they put more effort into it. Here's a fairly good reading of the bells.
I can't say I care much for that reading. Perhaps I wouldn't care for any. I think possibly the great quality of "The Bells" lies in its power as written word. I will grant you that poetry, since ancient times, has been that intended to be recited, but Poe's work was published, not performed. I doubt any save Poe himself could give me a reading of impact that surpassed my own. (I feel the same about "Ozymandias," which I posted above.)
I gave up on using my Spell Check, by the way. The damn thing is obviously broken.
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Dagosto: I can't say I care much for that reading. Perhaps I wouldn't care for any. I think possibly the great quality of "The Bells" lies in its power as written word. I will grant you that poetry, since ancient times, has been that intended to be recited, but Poe's work was published, not performed. I doubt any save Poe himself could give me a reading of impact that surpassed my own. (I feel the same about "Ozymandias," which I posted above.)
I gave up on using my Spell Check, by the way. The damn thing is obviously broken.
This is a neat spell checker I use it's free.I gave up on using my Spell Check, by the way. The damn thing is obviously broken.
I wrote a poem that has been a WIP for over 10 years. I call it my masterpiece. It's been edited at least 50 times. re-arranged, expanded, words changed etc. It's at a point now where I can't improve it any more. I've tried reading it aloud numerous times but I can't do it without my voice breaking and tearing up. I'd be surprised if anybody could get through it with the proper intonation and not be affected by it.
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ON LOVE (by Kahlil Gibran)
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
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I´m curious because I think I have quite a simplistic taste and only really discovered this recently when asked to make a recording of a book of poems by a Spanish poet in English. The poems have already been translated so no work there for me
The dilemma is putting in the approprate feeling and emotion whilst reading it for the recording when I really don´t care for it too much.
Yes of course I will do it...and with gusto, after some practising, because at the end of the day I will be paid for it.
We are all mercenaries in one way or another don´t you think?