Thank you, Torgeir. Thanks for having so little will power and for having such taste and talent.
Mike Geary Memphis----- Original Message ----- From: "Torgeir Fjeld" <phatic@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2008 5:21 PM Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Endurring rebukeI promised (myself) not to take to translating (again). How feeble is a heart faced with injustice. From Brecth's Svendborg collection (http://www.svendborg-bib.dk/biblio/Brecht/brecht_en.asp):
Poor time for poetry I know: Only the happy is loved. His voice is heard gladly. His face pretty. The yard's mutilated tree indicates poor soil, but those who point say rightfully: It's a criple. I dont' see green boats and lusty sails at sea. I only see fishermen with nets torn. Why is my only concern that the fortyyear-old maid has a hump? The breasts of young girls are warm as ever. If my song rhymes it feels like hubris. I am torn between joy over apple trees in bloom and resentment over Mr Hitler's speeches. But only the latter drives me to my desk. -p --- -- _______________________________________________ Surf the Web in a faster, safer and easier way: Download Opera 9 at http://www.opera.com Powered by Outblaze ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off,digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html
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