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Poem meme - The Lyorn's Den

Thu Feb. 5th, 2009

01:29 am - Poem meme

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(gacked from cereta): When you see this, post your favorite poem.

I don't have a favourite poem. And many of my favorite poems are very long, or song lyrics, or halfway prose. But here are two I like a lot. (Two, because, bilingual.)

Looking at my selection, I seem to be in something of a strange mood today.

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DIE BALLADE VON DEN ABENTEURERN
(Bert Brecht)

Von Sonne krank und ganz von Regen zerfressen
Geraubten Lorbeer im zerrauften Haar
Hat er seine ganze Jugend, nur nicht ihre Träume vergessen
Lange das Dach, nie den Himmel, der drüber war.

O ihr, die ihr aus Himmel und Hölle vertrieben
Ihr Mörder, denen viel Leides geschah
Warum seid ihr nicht im Schoß eurer Mütter geblieben
Wo es stille war und man schlief und war da?

Er aber sucht noch in absinthenen Meeren
Wenn ihn schon seine Mutter vergißt
Grinsend und fluchend und zuweilen nicht ohne Zähren
Immer das Land, wo es besser zu leben ist.

Schlendernd durch Höllen und gepeitscht durch Paradiese
Still und grinsend, vergehenden Gesichts
Träumt er gelegentlich von einer kleinen Wiese
Mit blauem Himmel drüber und sonst nichts.

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REDEMPTION
(Joolz)

We will have redemption, we will be redeemed;
no terror in the night can bind us and not bitterness destroy.
The future will be moon-clear and the past will be our guide;
as sorrow waters new growth, so pain will make us strong.
We will have redemption, we will be redeemed.
By the chaos of the sea and the black earth in our hands,
by the surge of breath that drives us and our own imperfect lives,
by the pure curve of a child's face and the mottled hand of age,
by animals, by faith, by kindness and by blood.
We will have redemption, we will be redeemed.

All of us - the lost, the broken and the fearful;
those of us still searching and those of us still dreaming,
those of us who live as outlaws and those of us tormented,
The gentle and the simple, the cynical and the savage,
we will have redemption, we will be redeemed.
With our own hands we will make it,
with our own lips we will seal it,
in our own hearts we will keep it, sweet and true.
This by my own promise - I swear it will be so,
we will have redemption, we will be redeemed.

***

And, just because, my favorite stanza of a poem:

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
(from Swinburne, "The Garden of Proserpine")

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