[lit-ideas] Re: "That too much your head of sleep becomes"
- From: Judy Evans <judithevans001@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: Lit-Ideas <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2005 22:53:21 +0100
Auden.
That one was too easy, Eric.
Guess who won the International Booker Prize?
>"a writer who maps a whole culture - its history, its
>passion, its folklore, its politics, its disasters...
>is a universal writer in a tradition of storytelling
>that goes back to Homer."
decide before you click
http://www.manbookerinternational.com/media/20050602.php
Friday, June 3, 2005, 9:28:46 PM, Eric Yost wrote:
EY> Universal Translator poetry: a well-known lyric, translated into German
EY> then French, then English then Dutch, then French then English, and
EY> slightly edited. You should be able to guess the poet. -EY
EY> ______
EY> "That too much your head of sleep becomes"
EY> That too much your head of sleep becomes, you human my love,
EY> too much your head of sleep my love places, my arm placed;
EY> The time and the fire of fever again examine far certain beauty
EY> of the thorough children and ephemeral the child that chases him:
EY> But in my poor spot, cutting the day in a live manner as can be
EY> the creature mortally accused, however with me a complete beau.
EY> The heart and the bodies have no sides:
EY> They are wanted, after their rise in their ordinary swoon ends,
EY> with the sepulcher of that point of view to come, by sympathy
EY> of which is the universal love and the supernatural hope;
EY> Whereas an abstract point of view under the glaciers and the rocks,
EY> a sensual ecstasy of colonists, awakes themselves.
EY> Security married midnight on advice of race such as the impact of a bell
EY> and the modern lunatics to their shouts of pedantry bring forward:
EY> Each farthing of costs, the whole terrible forecast the diagram becomes,
EY> but pay no attention to this night, still not a point of view.
EY> Beauty, midnight, the cubes of the point of view:
EY> leaves him a head that a day of the eye dreams,
EY> which can entour so the heart can attach this way
EY> easily to roast the crane of pale, the discovery
EY> of the world of dying to bless it sufficiently;
EY> twelve hour of a dryness that you,
EY> by the involuntary energy, return to
EY> see you calm that night of the deterioration,
EY> by each human love the attention exceeding that pay.
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