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 PoetryAn outlet for players whose creativity extends beyond the board. Post your original works here! The posting of song lyrics is not the purpose of this board and as such please refrain from doing so. Exceptions can be made to this rule if you are the copyrighted owner of the lyrics and the lyrics are not found offensive by the majority of the population. This board is a place to post your original works of poetry and prose and also a place for discussion of poetry and related areas. We have received word from Fencer that other's poetry can be posted to this board. These are the two conditions: 1) When someone posts a known copyrighted poem, he must add the author's name as well 2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems Du har ikke rettigheder til at skrive meddelelser til dette bord, Mindste medlemsskabsniveau nødvendigt for at skrive til dette bord er BrainBonde. Tilstand: Alle kan skrive
18. September 2005, 22:59:06 Emne: The Bells 1 Hear the sledges with the bells-- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-- From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. 2 Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Throught the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten-golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-- To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! 3 Hear the loud alarum bells-- Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now--now to sit, or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale of their terror tells Of despair! How they clang and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-- Of the bells-- Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-- In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! 4 Hear the tolling of the bells-- Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their melody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people--ah, the people-- They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone-- They are neither man nor woman-- They are neither brute nor human-- They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells-- Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells-- Of the bells, bells, bells-- To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the tolling of the bells-- Of the bells, bells, bells-- Bells, bells, bells-- To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. ~ Poe 18. September 2005, 20:24:07 Emne: The Valley of Unrest Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell: They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly from their azure towers, In the midst of which all day The red sunlight lazily lay. Now each visitor shall confess The sad valley's restlessness. Nothing there is motionless-- Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic solitude. Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet Heaven Uneasily, from morn till even, Ove the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye-- Over the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! They wave:--from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops. They weep:--from off the delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems. ~ Poe 17. September 2005, 19:58:17 Emne: Enemy Conscript In honor of Constitution Day...
What are we fighting for, We fellows who go to war? fighting for Freedom's sake! (You give me the belly-ache.) Freedom to starve or slave! Freedom! aye, in the grave. Fighting for "hearth and home" Who haven't an inch of loam? Hearth? Why even a byre Can only be ours for hire. Dying for future peace? Killing that killing cease? To hell with such tripe, I say. "Sufficient unto the day." It isn't much fun being dead Better to lie in bed Cuddle up to the wife Making, not taking life To the corpse that stinks in the clay Does it matter who wins the day? What odds if tyrants reign? They can't put irons on the brain One always can eat one's grub Smoke and drink in a pub There's happiness in a glass A pipe and the kiss of a lass It's the best we get anyhow In the life we are living now Who's wanting a hero's fate? To the dead cheers come too late Flesh is softer than steel; Wounds are weary to heal In the maniac hell of the fray Who is there dares to say? "Hate will be vanquished by Love; God's in His Heaven above." When those who govern us lead The lads they command to bleed; When rulers march at the head And statesmen fall with the dead; When Kings leap into the fray Fight in the old-time way Perish beside their men Maybe, O maybe then War will be part of the past Peace will triumph at last Meantime such lads as I Who wouldn't have harmed a fly Have got to get out and kill Lads whom we bear no ill; As simple as we, no doubt Who seek what it's all about; Who die in defence of - what? Homes that they haven't got; Who perish when all they ask is to finish the daily task; Make bread for the little ones Not feed the greed of the guns When fields of battle are red And diplomats die in bed -- Robert Service 16. September 2005, 23:44:28 Emne: Re: Memoirs of an Officer and a Gentleman Rainey: There's more where that come from ;) 16. September 2005, 23:34:47 Emne: Memoirs of an Officer and a Gentleman - Prologue- Walking through the city after recent rain heard ancient stones all shining murmur where are they? How long before next hero's day and the splendid show of drum and gun. Walking by the river one September eve saw questions rise in circles on that old dark stream. Where now are those who dared to dream they would leave one jewel in England's hand. Gone to sleep they lie in flowered graves for the visitors and Guidebook saved. But come the trumpet shattered dawn will the spirit they shared be reborn. Comrades in arms, may they rise, fight and shine again, till "who goes there", will be answered with friend again. Once there stood a man, alone, sword in his hand. In the face of the teeth and flame - and it was all in England's name. I was told how she grew, she alone shone her light on everyone. And if you made the first eleven then you'd be sure to get to heaven, like the captain of the school. I was taught how to win and to lose with that "get you next time" smile, Learned Latin verbs in fear of a beating and for years thought central heating, was for just old people's homes. I was raised on the past, the Tower and Saint Paul's and Westminster escorted well-bred girls to dances, and learned to drive a horse in harness, through the English countryside. I was taught to behave, like an officer and a gentleman, and when I finally marched from Sandhurst I learned to put my fellow man first and there was daily talk of war. I spent 1938 in the United States of America, I grew to love its many faces, and they had built some amazing places, and I thought they´d come in on our side. - Love at first sight - Girls, oh there were girls but they were just part of the social whirl and I never took much notice until the night that I met you. Standing out there alone out on the terrace under the moon from the moment that I kissed you my life turned into a dream. I knew I loved you at first sight and that you loved .. me. Was it really happening, or was it a dream ? I asked if you'd be mine feeding the white doves by the Serpentine and when you said forever I know that I almost cried. You all in white the tears and the laughing nearly losing the damn ring Yes, I do ... Yes, I will... keep you from harm. Those few short days we spent together remembered forever all the plans - for the house and for the children. I know I loved you at first sight and that you loved..me. Did it really happen then, or was it a dream ? I knew when I saw your face opening orders, the time and the place oh, don't worry it won't last long and I won't be far away I'll try to write every day..... - Letters from the front - Got your letters at the front today if you like the house we´ll buy it straight away. Yes, it´s great now you´re a full-time nurse but do be careful with the air-raids - getting worse. Must end now .. the push is on...we´re moving out... all my love...see you soon. I'm writing to you on a convoy moving west it's hell out here but we´re all trying to do our best. I learned today that I get two weeks leave in June this time I promise you a real honeymoon. Must end now...take care my love...you're all the world to me my love...see you soon. The telegram...dropped from my hand she was all I had...I just don't understand I see her now...in that white dress she wore Those eyes and that smile no one else...nevermore. Decorations and respect inside the club aren't compensation when you lose the one you love. But in the end, all that is left Is the regiment and what it means to be...an officer and a gentleman... -- Peter Sinfield 5. Juli 2005, 03:15:43 Emne: It's A Small World It's a world of laughter A world of tears It's a world of hopes And a world of fears There's so much that we share That it's time we're aware It's a small world after all There is just one moon And one golden sun And a smile means Friendship to ev'ryone Though the mountains divide And the oceans are wide It's a small world after all It's a small world after all It's a small world after all It's a small world after all It's a small, small world ~ Sherman & Sherman 3. Maj 2005, 02:17:38 Emne: Coming Through The Rye She draiglet a' her petticoatie Coming thro' the rye. O, Jenny's a' wat, poor body; Jenny's seldom dry; She draiglet a' her petticoatie Coming thro' the rye. Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body; Need a body cry? Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the glen, Gin a body kiss a body; Need the warld ken? -- Robert Burns 1. Maj 2005, 00:54:28 Emne: I'M FREE Here's a little poem I'd like to dedicate to all the wonderful people at BrainKing.com...
If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high, You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple' But you've been told many times before Messiahs pointed to the door And no one had the guts to leave the temple! I'm Free - I'm Free And Freedom tastes of Reality I'm Free - I'm Free And I'm waiting for You to follow me... 29. April 2005, 23:23:54 Emne: Re: Question About Newly Added Posting 'Conditions' Stardust: *does the extra special Rimmer salute, for the extra special importance!* 29. April 2005, 23:05:14 Emne: Re: Question About Newly Added Posting 'Conditions' Stardust: Ahhhh, you should add that in the rules, so it's super clear :) 29. April 2005, 03:39:55 Emne: Question About Newly Added Posting 'Conditions' Tilpasset af The Listener (29. April 2005, 03:41:48) What qualifies a poet as being 'not known' ? Not known by whom ? That bit is a tad confusing... 30. Marts 2005, 22:48:51 Emne: Plastic People Plastic people! You gotta go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Plastic people! You gotta go A fine little girl She waits for me She's as plastic as she can be She paints her face With plastic goo And wrecks her hair With some shampoo Plastic people! You gotta go Plastic people! You gotta go Sure gonna miss ya Take a day And walk around Watch the Nazis Run your town Then go home And check yourself You think we're singing 'Bout someone else But you're plastic people You gotta go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Plastic people! You gotta go Three nights and days I walked the streets This town is full of Plastic creeps Their shoes are brown to match their suits They got no balls, they got no roots Because they're plastic people You gotta go Sure gonna miss ya, bop-bop-bop Plastic people! You gotta go Me see a neon Moon above I searched for years And found no love I'm sure that love Will never be A product of Plasticity 30. Marts 2005, 22:42:37 Emne: Re: Aragon: Well, let's not let it all start back up again by Censoring posts because you don't like them. 30. Marts 2005, 22:35:38 Emne: Re: Yeh man Aragon: Perhaps the 'baiting of mods' was caused by their practice of good old-fashioned Censorship. Those who think their opinion is the only one that's right. 30. Marts 2005, 22:24:19 Emne: Yeh man This board is supposed to be for everyone to express themselves through verse is it not? You're contradicting the meaning of this board by singling out those whom you personally find intolerable. The moderation here isn't based on what is fair, but what is the acceptable material according to a small group of individuals.
Very un-neighborly and arrogant behavior... 30. Marts 2005, 22:12:17 Emne: And... Just what the hell constitutes as an 'abusive pawn' ? 29. Marts 2005, 20:28:32 Emne: Re: Tilpasset af The Listener (29. Marts 2005, 20:29:16) Bruno Jesus: Talking to these people about Liberty, Freedom of Speech, or even Fair Justice is as futile and pointless as trying to teach an insect how to use a spoon :P 29. Marts 2005, 04:43:04 Emne: Boing, boing! Let the angels sing, spring has sprung and now is leaking all over the rugs of ratcoves  29. Marts 2005, 04:39:06 Emne: More wasted lines... That's some spring in your step, you should see a doctor about that...  29. Marts 2005, 04:30:47 Emne: Ummm... I feel a Jackson Pollack coming on...  28. Marts 2005, 23:22:05 14. Marts 2005, 06:21:32 Emne: It All Comes Back There's a place On the corner Mixing gossip up with gin In the face In the window They'll always tell ya who's been in Then you move to the country To lose the smoke and the crowd Nights like this Always wind up Where the air is thick And the music's loud Every breath has its meaning Blowing out loud and breathing in So, take care what you do 'Cause it all comes back again There's a sign On the highway Telling everyone to rejoice Every moment is a crossroads And everyone must make a choice So, when you love, take it easy 'Cause short-cuts are a waste of time And the years Bring the people You've been holding in your mind Every breath has its meaning Blowing out loud and breathing in So, take care what you do 'Cause it all comes back again There's a man In the White House Selling everyone a used car And he plays with his profits Dreams that he's a football star But the dreams rain down fire On the little plastic man And if you think it doesn't hurt you Then you had better think again Every breath has its meaning Blowing out loud and breathing in So, take care what you do 'Cause it all comes back again 14. Marts 2005, 05:49:09 Emne: Two-Faced World I met a man who told me His contacts were so fine I could be a big star If I'd sign his dotted line I wanted to believe So it took awhile to see The only connection That he really had was me And it's a two-faced world From the bottom to the top I said it's a two-faced world Where's it gonna stop? (Not here I'll tell ya!) I gave my friend some money When his was runnin' low And I thought he'd always be there If I'd need a place to go I found out That he was just my enemy That good friend had been sayin' Some bad things about me And it's a two-faced world Everywhere you look Said it's a two-faced world Got me on the hook I had a good true lover At least that's what she said I was really shocked When I found her in his bed I really loved that woman But it took alot of gall To look me in the eye And say 'I just slept here, that's all' And it's a two-faced world Caught me in a trap I said it's a two-faced world Sittin' in the devil's lap Once I had a country Called The Land of The Free I Pledged my Allegiance To Justice and Liberty Now I think there's Justice In the crack in the Liberty Bell Give 'em all their Freedom By bombin' them to hell And it's a two-faced world From the bottom to the top I said it's a two-faced world Where's it gonna stop? 25. Januar 2005, 04:51:55 Emne: An Old Southern Hymn Tilpasset af The Listener (25. Januar 2005, 04:52:59) He's a Drugstore Truck Drivin' Man He's the head of the Klu Klux Klan When Summer comes rollin' around You'll be lucky to get outta town He's been like a Father to me He's like the only DJ you can hear after 3 I'm an all-night singer in a Country band And if he don't like me, he don't understand He's a Drugstore Truck Drivin' Man He's the head of the Klu Klux Klan When Summer comes rollin' around You'll be lucky to get outta town He's got him a house on the hill And he can play Country records 'til you've had your fill He's a lawman's friend He's an all-night DJ And he sure don't think much like the records he plays He don't like resistance, I know And he said it last night, on a big TV show He's got him a medal that he won in the war... Weighs 500 pounds and it sleeps by the door He's a Drugstore Truck Drivin' Man He's the head of the Klu Klux Klan When Summer comes rollin' around We'll be lucky to get outta town We'll be lucky to get outta town... 20. Januar 2005, 04:01:33 Emne: They Walked In Line Tilpasset af The Listener (20. Januar 2005, 04:03:38) All dressed in uniforms so fine They drank and killed to pass the time Wearing the shame Of all their crimes With measured steps they walked in line They walked in line They carried pictures Of their wives And number tags To prove their lies And made it through the whole machine With dirty hearts and hands washed clean They walked in line Full of a glory never seen They made it through the whole machine Turn never questioned anymore Hypnotic trance They never saw -- I C 19. Januar 2005, 04:11:36 Emne: Re: A Question... Stardust: That's okay. Just be on the lookout for the F.B.I. 19. Januar 2005, 04:06:19 Emne: Re: A Question... Stardust: Fencer was worried about the copyright law. That is why he made that rule.
But I think the rule should apply to ALL boards, don't you? 19. Januar 2005, 04:00:41 Emne: Re: A Question... Stardust: Issue is, is the Poetry board exempt from the same copyright law that effects the Music board? Just curious... 19. Januar 2005, 03:52:35 Emne: Re: A Question... Stardust: Special dispensation ? 19. Januar 2005, 03:46:53 Emne: Re: A Question... Stardust: Excuse me, but the rule for Poetry is the same as for Lyrics. All Poems and Lyrics are subject to copyright law. However, if you look at that post regarding the law, you will see that under 'Fair Use', it is permissable to post ANY Lyrics or Poems, unless you are making money from it, or being derogatory towards the copyright owner.
As for the length issue. This board runs up against the same problem of 'flooding'. So, I don't think everyone should post giant novels of material, as it uses up everyone else's space. The real point here is there shouldn't be hypocracy in the Music Board if people are allowed to post copyrighted poetry on this board. What do you think ? 19. Januar 2005, 03:14:14 Emne: Re: A Question... Stardust:
The following is the portion of the U.S. Copyright Office - 'Fair Use' page, that pertains to posting lyrics on discussion boards. This is the law, still in effect: : The 1961 Report of the Register of Copyrights on the General Revision of the U.S. Copyright Law cites examples of activities that courts have regarded as fair use: "quotation of excerpts in a review or criticism for purposes of illustration or comment; quotation of short passages in a scholarly or technical work, for illustration or clarification of the author's observations; use in a parody of some of the content of the work parodied; summary of an address or article, with brief quotations, in a news report; reproduction by a library of a portion of a work to replace part of a damaged copy; reproduction by a teacher or student of a small part of a work to illustrate a lesson; reproduction of a work in legislative or judicial proceedings or reports; incidental and fortuitous reproduction, in a newsreel or broadcast, of a work located in the scene of an event being reported." 19. Januar 2005, 01:26:55 Emne: A Question... Isn't posting poetry, that wasn't written by the person who posted it, a violation of copyright law ? 18. Januar 2005, 03:35:12 Emne: Re: Für eine Sumpfdotterblume ... 0:) danoschek: bravo z;)
And now -- the shortest poem in the world.... Aherm.. Why ? Thank you, thank you  4. November 2004, 03:59:37 Emne: 4 more years... DPBush.jpg
Another four years to fulfill his satanic reign A reign of destruction, death, and poverty the American people to fund it The sheepily Americans will now see what indigenous cultures have long experienced, neglect and totalitarian rule Surely there is at least one wiseman who agrees unfortunately, they do not reside in Gods Country Oklahoma is the worst state ever not because of its failing statistics on every level of every aspect in society, but because the people themselves support it through the blind aspirations and dark spirit of the church A den of thieves and a harlots haven A homeless family cannot enter because Gods spirit is not there He has abandoned his church to seek refuge on the sidelines With his popcorn and beer, he cheers on the wealthy and becomes angry at the poor God Bless America! Land of the Freaks and Homos of the Brave where you are free to leave and brave to stay Unless you are a creature of the forest and say nothing but witness all Witness all and relive the perversity and molestation endured from a Whore from Babylon She has indoctrinated you with rape as God shouts from the sidelines Shouts that cannot be heard above a roaring crowd This is the center of Eden This is American freedom If you wander the feast you are a guest in white but if you try to find the heart Its only open at night As I left the garden Resurrected at dawn I turned to look back just to see where I was The trees spoke and then whispered As they moaned and they bled And they formed into a bush to reveal faces of the dead -- Anonymous Indian ~ MS 5. Oktober 2004, 03:24:41 *walks in, looks about, rolls eyes, throws in towel, and walks off opening a snickers* 24. September 2004, 10:25:01 Emne: Hear Now The Eggman "In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight -- only I don't sing it," he added, as an explanation. "I see you don't," said Alice. "If you can see whether I'm singing or not, you've sharper eyes than most," Humpty Dumpty remarked severely. Alice was silent. "In spring, when woods are getting green I'll try and tell you what I mean." "Thank you very much," said Alice. "In summer, when the days are long, Perhaps you'll understand the song: In autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down." "I will, if I can remember it so long," said Alice. "You needn't go on making remarks like that," Humpty Dumpty said: "they're not sensible, and they put me out." "I sent a message to the fish: I told them 'This is what I wish.' The little fishes of the sea, They sent an answer back to me. The little fishes' answer was 'We cannot do it, sir, because --' " "I'm afraid I don't quite understand," said Alice. "It gets easier further on," Humpty Dumpty replied. "I sent to them again to say 'It will be better to obey.' The fishes answered with a grin, 'Why, what a temper you are in!' I told them once, I told them twice, They would not listen to advice. I took a kettle large and new, Fit for the deed I had to do. My heart went hop, my heart went thump; I filled the kettle at the pump. Then some one came to me and said, 'The little fishes are in bed.' I said to him, I said it plain, 'Then you must wake them up again.' I said it very loud and clear; I went and shouted in his ear." "But he was very stiff and proud; He said 'You needn't shout so loud!' And he was very proud and stiff; He said 'I'd go and wake them, if --' I took a corkscrew from the shelf: I went to wake them up myself. And when I found the door was locked, I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked. And when I found the door was shut, I tried to turn the handle, but -- " There was a long pause. "Is that all?" Alice timidly asked. "That's all," said Humpty Dumpty. "Good-by." -- H.D. 28. Juli 2004, 05:13:59 Emne: The Valley of Unrest Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell: They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly from their azure towers, In the midst of which all day The red sunlight lazily lay. Now each visitor shall confess The sad valley's restlessness. Nothing there is motionless-- Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic solitude. Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet Heaven Uneasily, from morn till even, Ove the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye-- Over the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! They wave:--from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops. They weep:--from off the delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems. ~ Poe 28. Juli 2004, 05:02:37 Emne: The Haunted Palace In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace-- Radiant palace--reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion-- It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow, (This--all this--was in the olden Time long ago,) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A wingčd odor went away. Wanderers in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tunčd law, Round about a throne where, sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen. And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace-door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate. (Ah, let us mourn!--for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh--but smile no more. ~ Edgar Allan Poe 6. Januar 2004, 06:45:38 Emne: re: GHOSTS Fencer can be so cruel sometimes, eh? 28. December 2003, 08:13:19 Emne: Das Rosen-Innere Wo ist zu diesem Innen
ein Außen? Auf welches Weh legt man solches Linnen? Welche Himmel spieglen sich drinnen im dem Binnensee dieser offenen Rosen, dieser sorglosen, sieh: wie sie lose im Losen liegen, als könnte nie eine zitternde Hand sie verschütten. Sie können sich selber kaum halten; vielen ließen sich überfüllen und fließen über von innenraum in die Tage, die immer voller und voller sich schließen, bis der ganze Sommer ein Zimmer wird, ein Zimmer in einem Traum. ------------------------------------------- The Inner Rose Where is there for this inner an outer? Upon which hurt does one lay such fine linen? And which heavens are reflected within them, upon the interior seas of these open roses, these carefree ones, see: how loose in looseness they lie, as if a trembling hand could never tip them over. They can hardly hold themselves erect; many allow themselves be filled all too full and flow over from inner space into the days, which, ever more and more full, close in upon themselves, until the entire summer becomes a chamber, a chamber in a dream. •• Rainer Rilke 27. December 2003, 20:19:25 Emne: To Music Music: breathing of statues.
Perhaps: silence of paintings. You language where all language ends. You time standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts. Feelings for whom? O you the transformation of feelings into what?--: into audible landscape. You stranger: music. You heart-space grown out of us. The deepest space in us, which, rising above us, forces its way out,-- holy departure: when the innermost point in us stands outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other side of the air: pure, boundless, no longer habitable. •• Rainer Rilke |
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