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Het gedicht van de film 4 weddings & a funeral vind ik erg mooi.
W. H. Auden


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Ok vrolijk word je er niet van, maar ik vind het toch mooi.

Welk gedicht vinden jullie mooi?

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me…

If tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not here to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did toda...y,
While thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you
And each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.
He said my place was ready, in heaven far above
And that I’d have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned and walked away a tear fell from my eye.
For all my life I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much left yet to do.
It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad.
I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
When I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.

When tomorrow starts with out me don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.


(Ietwat aangepast omdat er een stuk over God en de hemel tussen staat waar ik niks mee heb maar blijf deze mooi vinden)

Wow Martine die is echt mooi. Van wie is die?

Hier ben ik gezwicht,
voor het einde van mijn gedicht!!

auteur: Buskay

hannabelgje schreef: Wow Martine die is echt mooi. Van wie is die?

Ik heb geen idee, al eens aan het zoeken geweest maar de schrijver is tot nu toe altijd onbekend gebleven...

Dit is het 2e stuk incl het Godsdienstelijke deel:
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
When I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.
When I walked through heavens gates I felt so much at home.
God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne
He said, “This is eternity and all I’ve promised you”
Today your life on earth has passed but here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last
And since each day is the same there’s no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn’t do.
You have been forgiven and now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand and share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts with out me don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.

Met Engelse gedichten heb ik niet zoveel, eigenlijk. Omdat ik dan niet helemaal kan voelen hoe het ritme is. Ik heb nauwelijks gedichten gelezen, maar Runa de Moudt Svetlikova vind ik bijzondere gedichten schrijven, echt een spel met woorden, knap vind ik dat. Dit is er eentje.

Walnoot

vinger volgt groef
volgt huid op hard
de blik tot labyrint
geplooid

zoals de tand die
de rand die de tong
wrang likt en Minotaurus
aan een draad

zoals de vuist de noot
omwald die dode paden
in een handpalm tekent

zo trapt de hoef het
kluwen stuk tot
helften bitterwit

linkje: http://runa.svetlik.be/schrijven/walnoot.php/

Martine-Tom schreef: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me…

If tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not here to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did toda...y,
While thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you
And each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.
He said my place was ready, in heaven far above
And that I’d have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned and walked away a tear fell from my eye.
For all my life I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much left yet to do.
It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad.
I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
When I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.

When tomorrow starts with out me don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.


(Ietwat aangepast omdat er een stuk over God en de hemel tussen staat waar ik niks mee heb maar blijf deze mooi vinden)

ERGENS IEMAND

ergens iemand
die hoger reikt
dieper gaat

je ontdekt
in je laatste
gestalte

je noemt
bij je uiteindelijke
naam

ergens een vriend

een mens
die je ontmoet

op de bodem
van je bestaan

Mooi, Pauline

Boeffie Blafmans schreef: Mooi, Pauline

En zo waar.....