Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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Thursday, March 25, 2010
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Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Your Private Way
Whether it was your way of walking
Or of laughing moved me,
At sight of you a song wavered
Ghostly on my lips; I could not voice it,
Uncertain what the notes or key.
Be thankful I am no musician,
Sweet Anonymity, to madden you
With your own private walking-laughing way
Imitated on a beggar's fiddle
Or blared across the square on All Fools' Day.
Robert Graves
Whether it was your way of walking
Or of laughing moved me,
At sight of you a song wavered
Ghostly on my lips; I could not voice it,
Uncertain what the notes or key.
Be thankful I am no musician,
Sweet Anonymity, to madden you
With your own private walking-laughing way
Imitated on a beggar's fiddle
Or blared across the square on All Fools' Day.
Robert Graves
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Edith Almera
Possibly, right now,
He's thinking
Of Edith Almera
By a lake near Brussels.
Edith Almera
Is the first fiddle
In a gypsy orchestra,
Very popular on the nightclub circuit.
Curtsying to
Her applauding admirers,
She smiles.
Nightclubs are beautiful;
A person may fall
In love
With girls playing first fiddle there.
Orhan Veli
tr. by Murat Nemet-Nejat
Possibly, right now,
He's thinking
Of Edith Almera
By a lake near Brussels.
Edith Almera
Is the first fiddle
In a gypsy orchestra,
Very popular on the nightclub circuit.
Curtsying to
Her applauding admirers,
She smiles.
Nightclubs are beautiful;
A person may fall
In love
With girls playing first fiddle there.
Orhan Veli
tr. by Murat Nemet-Nejat
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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