E.E. Cummings, since feeling is first

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inertia

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since feeling is first
e.e. cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers.     Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other:then
laugh,leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
« Last Edit: 01 Feb, 2010, 07:01:48 by spiros »
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Βάλ' το στο Discussion, να σου πω εγώ μετά...



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Ναι, γιατί κωλώνουν τα τρανσλατουμόπαιδα να αποδομήσουν από δω!
Χαίρομαι πάντως που απάντησε ο άνθρωπος για τον οποίο αναρτήθηκε το ποίημα...:))))
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Εσύ το ανάρτησες, αλλά αυτός το κρέμασε.:-)



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Ωραίο το ποιηματάκι, εμένα μου άρεσε.

Όμως σε συνδυασμό με αυτό:
Quote
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously
μ' αρέσει πιο πολύ!
(Τι φάσεις περνάνε κι αυτοί οι αριστερόχειρες :-)


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(Τι φάσεις περνάνε κι αυτοί οι αριστερόχειρες :-)


Λεττριστικές, I guess.. (με μπόλικο κλοπι-πέιστ)
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Υποκλίνομαι...

Επιγονατίζεις, θες να πεις.. :))

(Και ιδού η αποδόμηση που όλοι αγαπάμε)
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being to timelessness as it's to time,
ee cummings

being to timelessness as it's to time,
love did no more begin than love will end:
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land

(do lovers suffer? all divinities
proudly descending put on deathful flesh:
are lovers glad? only their smallest joy's
a universe emerging from a wish)

love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear:
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star

—do lovers love? Why then to heaven with hell.
whatever sages say and fools, all's well


 

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