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Gordijn_DDHet gordijn trilt -gefronst voorhoofd-Gordijn_DD
want wie heeft een handvol adem
op het hoekig vlies gemorst?
by ~VictorConstans
Leven na de dood van ChagallZijn kijken omhulde me als de nevel die door de zoete zuchten van zijn adem met zachte penseelstreek werden gevormd.Leven na de dood van Chagall
Zijn huiverende hand vol bevend blauw en tevergeefs rood streelde met een tast van wilde vegen wat stil in het zand verzonk.
Niet Langer! Verdwenen nu de diepe smart De tranen die een oog nog weende Verdwenen nu de zachte hand Die leven kleur verleende. De dood van Chagall ontnam verdriet haar diepsmaragden coloriet.
by ~VictorConstans
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lichtheidWat maaktlichtheid
een drager uit, Als wat hij draagt Slechts ideeën zijn.
Zonder waarde,
zonder gewicht. Zonder wereld,
zonder zicht.
Als een beukenblad Dat trillend terug Omhoog valt.
by ~Tar1988
A TravelerA traveler, donned with a dark cloak- His face only shadows- Did pass by me in the desert wind.A Traveler
His wear was torn, ragged and dirt-ridden And I called to him: “Why, nomad, do you dress in such
Dark drab in such heat?”
Words did not come from the shadows ‘neath his cap But he turned
Slowly and with great effort he turned His old legs, weary from wandering the world over Moved, one over the other, until they were towards
Mine.
I repeated: “Traveler, is it not hot beneath Those heavy robes?”
by ~NicholasAvecIks
What Fools Men BeUnder cold rain the bier lowers to graveWhat Fools Men Be
In life was never seen a man so brave Unto death he rode with no fear or regret To his sacrifice we are forever in debt He had an ideal to which all could aspire But to kiss an ideal satisfies no desire A lover lives only to be at his mate’s side A hero gives his life so that all may thrive To have known a hero gives me great pride But I’d rather have a lover if I could decide Yet for duty’s sake my love lies in eternal rest If I had a wish I would undo his last quest As the rain falls I realize what fools men be &n
by ~Swords-and-Bandages
Daedalus is CrazyWith wax and feathers bound on a frame I seek to fly; fly away from this tower. Built so high it pierces the clouds If ever there are clouds that cover the land. But enough talk of weather; it is but a waste of time. Such things we only say When we have nothing else on our minds. There! It is almost complete. By my soul, I smile at my own feat. A construction of my own, made at the order Of no one but yours truly. My smile grows wider as I don my creation, It fits me better than a tailor-made suit; After all, an artisan knows himself best. I walk out into theDaedalus is Crazy
by ~Swords-and-Bandages
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Het gedicht is trouwens zonder meer alle lof meer dan waard. Het is een stijl en boodschap die ik zeer kan smaken.
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Where does the truth lie?
Alternatively, a quote from Bender:
\"What\'s that?! A wolf!? Er some kind of boogin\'?\"
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"I'll beat thee into handsomeness!"
- Ajax, Troilus & Cressida
Thank you nonetheless.
(By the way, have you ever read Rape of the Lock?)
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"I'll beat thee into handsomeness!"
- Ajax, Troilus & Cressida
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"I'll beat thee into handsomeness!"
- Ajax, Troilus & Cressida
I would translate it for you but i'm afraid it would lose all that makes it what it is.
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"I'll beat thee into handsomeness!"
- Ajax, Troilus & Cressida
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