Originally Posted by bremen1980:
Originally Posted by miercuri:
Ok, inca un post, am impresia ca trec printr-o perioada in care descopar cum sta treaba cu poezia si cat e ea de frumoasa de fapt.
Una scurta si destul de celebra.
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Philip Larkin – This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
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Miercuri te-ai intors cu Larkin la pachet . Am citit in '' Nimicul de temut'' ,cartea lui Julian Barnes o poezie scrisa de Larkin.Nu-mi mai amintesc din ea decit ceva de felul asta :''nu te cobori calm in mormint ,tipa ,striga ....bla bla .blalbla ''.Stie cineva poezia pentru ca am cautat peste o suta de poezii ale lui nea Larkin asta dar n-am dat de poezia cu revolta in fata mortii. |
Hmm, nu stiu exact, dar google ar indica sa fie asta.
http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems...larkin/aubade/
Asta ar fi cumva? Nu stiu cat de diferita ar fi fost si traducerea.