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Nils Mortensnes

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Oct 14, 2000, 3:00:00 AM10/14/00
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Har noen vakre, stemningsfulle dikt som handler om savn, lengsel, å møte
noen osv?


Grete Kjeldsen

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Oct 22, 2000, 3:00:00 AM10/22/00
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Hva med William B. Yeats (f.eks. "He wishes for the cloths of heaven" og
"Never give all your heart") eller "Chamber Music" av James Joyce? Også er
det Shakespeares sonetter da..... Sjekk også http://www.bartleby.com/ hvor
det er utrolig mye poesi på engelsk.

Grete

Nils Mortensnes skrev i meldingen ...

ØYVIND REIDAR BAKKE

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Oct 27, 2000, 10:02:43 AM10/27/00
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I fire bryllup og en gravferd er det et utrolig fint dikt som blir lest opp
i begravelsen til garret. Jeg husker ikke hva det heter men det er et av de
fineste (ikke beste) diktene jeg har hørt.

Øyvind
Grete Kjeldsen <grk...@online.no> skrev i
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Leif Magnar Kj|nn|y

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Oct 27, 2000, 10:44:10 AM10/27/00
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In article <7WfK5.856$ZL5....@juliett.dax.net>,

ØYVIND REIDAR BAKKE <orb...@c2i.net> wrote:
>I fire bryllup og en gravferd er det et utrolig fint dikt som blir lest opp
>i begravelsen til garret. Jeg husker ikke hva det heter men det er et av de
>fineste (ikke beste) diktene jeg har hørt.

W.H. Auden. Diktet ble opprinnelig publisert under tittelen "Song IX"
men er også kjent som "Funeral Blues". Kremt:


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 crępe 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 forever: 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.


--
Leif Kj{\o}nn{\o}y | "Its habit of getting up late you'll agree
www.pvv.org/~leifmk| That it carries too far, when I say
Math geek and gamer| That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,
GURPS, Harn, CORPS | And dines on the following day." (Carroll)

katz...@my-deja.com

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Oct 30, 2000, 6:37:38 AM10/30/00
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In article <J%UF5.5631$W31....@news1.online.no>,

"Nils Mortensnes" <nmo...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> Har noen vakre, stemningsfulle dikt som handler om savn, lengsel, å
møte
> noen osv?
>

Du har Christina Rossettis "Remember"

REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Ellers så kan du kanskje se hva du finner av Halldis Moren Vesaas og
Marie Takvam. Prøv å finne "den derre diktboka" som Liv Fjellstad
plukket ut dikt til. Husker ikke helt hva den heter, kom ut i 1996 tror
jeg.

Kaisa


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