Ravne-poesi, var: Re: Philips :(
Nils Christian Framstad
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> "Nils Chr. Framstad" <n...@math.uio.no> writes:
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> > (Og vi sakser fra hukommelsen:
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> Vi også.
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> Eyes as dark as midnight ravens,
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(Snipper Lars' favoritt-poet.)
Det følgende er _ikke_ sakset fra hukommelsen. Det er de første fire av
et atten vers langt gullkorn jeg kom over i embeds medfør.
Og nei, det er ikke "The Raven" av Edgar Allen Poe (se nederst). Det er
skrevet av en Mike Keith. Så kan man forsøke å gjette hva diktet
_egentlig_ handler om, før man sjekker siden hans,
http://users.aol.com/s6sj7gt/mikerav.htm
Poe, E.
Near a Raven
Midnights so dreary, tired and weary.
Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore.
During my rather long nap - the weirdest tap!
An ominous vibrating sound disturbing my chamber's antedoor.
"This", I whispered quietly, "I ignore".
Perfectly, the intellect remembers: the ghostly fires, a glittering
ember.
Inflamed by lightning's outbursts, windows cast penumbras upon this
floor.
Sorrowful, as one mistreated, unhappy thoughts I heeded:
That inimitable lesson in elegance - Lenore -
Is delighting, exciting...nevermore.
Ominously, curtains parted (my serenity outsmarted),
And fear overcame my being - the fear of "forevermore".
Fearful foreboding abided, selfish sentiment confided,
As I said, "Methinks mysterious traveler knocks afore.
A man is visiting, of age threescore."
Taking little time, briskly addressing something: "Sir," (robustly)
"Tell what source originates clamorous noise afore?
Disturbing sleep unkindly, is it you a-tapping, so slyly?
Why, devil incarnate!--" Here completely unveiled I my antedoor--
Just darkness, I ascertained - nothing more.
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Poes dikt kan finnes på
http://www.physiology.rwth-aachen.de/user/mfluck/poe.html
Det begynner slik:
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'T is some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."
FU satt til no.vit.diverse
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- Einstein