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[Luckky]

The sick Muse

Alas, my poor Muse! What ails you today?
Your hollow eyes are full of nocturnal visions;
I see in turn reflected on your face
Horror and madness, cold and taciturn.

Have the green succubus, the rosy elf,
poured out of you love and fear from their urns?
Has the hand of Nightmare, cruel and despotic,
plunged you to the bottom of some weird Minturnae?

I would that your bosom, fragrant with health,
Were constantly the dwelling place of noble thoughts,
And that your Christian blood would flow in rhythmic waves
Like the measured sounds of ancient verse,
Over which reign in turn the father of all songs,
Phoebus, and the great Pan, lord of harvest.

- Charles Baudelaire

 

[MademoiselleD]

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


Maya Angelou

 

[Lena]

Ganz ohne Worte



Ich wollte dir ein Gedicht schreiben,
ein Gedicht –
ganz aus Liebe,
die Du spürst in jedem Wort,
und ich war mir ganz sicher,
Du würdest es verstehen –
auch wenn Du weit weg von mir bist.

Doch bald musste ich einsehen,
dass sich Liebe nicht auf ein Blatt Papier zwängen lässt.


Ich wollte Dir ein Gedicht schreiben -
einfach um Dir zu zeigen,
jemand liebt Dich.
Doch bald musste ich einsehen,
dass sich die Kraft eines Augenblicks,
das Gefühl, Du bist bei mir,
nicht durch einen Brief ersetzenlässt.

Ich wollte dir ein Gedichtschreiben –
voll Hoffnung,
die Dich ermutigt, wenn Du am Boden zerstörst bist,
und Dich stärkt, wenn Du verzweifelt bist.
Doch wieder waren mir die Worte beim Schreiben im Weg.


Und ich begann sie zu hassen,
diese Worte,
die alles so erschreckend nüchtern wirken lassen,
die der Phantasie strikte Grenzen setzen
und wie eine unüberwindbare Mauer,
eine Mauer von Missverständnissen,
zwischen mir und den Menschen stehen.

Mir wurde klar,
wenn dieser Brief Dich -
Dich und nicht nur Deine
Adresse erreichen sollte,
dann musste ich diese Mauer überwinden.

Deshalb habe ich Dir dann diese Zeilen geschrieben.
Such den Sinn nicht in denWorten.
Du findest nichts,
das, worauf es ankommt,
steht zwischen den Zeilen.

 

[MademoiselleD]

Noćas te tugujem

Ž.Krznarić

Nocas te tugujem, najdraže moje
s nekim osecajem daljine
Jer, nema nikoga ovde kraj mene,
i niko da mi skine
tu suzu sa obraza.

Nocas te tugujem.

A u istom smo gradu
i iste brojimo minute.
Samo što usne ne ljube i cute,
samo što oci prosipaju sjaj
U nekim drugim sobama,
nekim drugim ljudima.

Nocas te tugujem i skitam.

Ne ljubim i pitam
Šta je tamo iza jutra,
iza zagre*acke zime.
Postoji li tamo još tvoje ime,
kao što ti u meni postojiš
I ova noc što miriše,
po narancama s juga
govori mi što je tuga.

Nisi daleko.

A cini mi se kao sto godina
svetlosti i tame,
kao da se ljubav tamo topi,
na plamenu svece.

I tugujem te nocas.
I tugujem.
I tugujem.

 

[Saladin]

Ако на англиски?

Stranger in a mirror

Woken by a sinner that lies inside me. I hardly reconceive my thoughts of yesterday, a creature of my inner fears, fooled by the reason, troubled with the feelings of true self. I try to withstand the torment of forgetfulness, although I`m quite aware of my condition at the present. My prodigal self has woken up, dismantling the grey matter in most tiny of particles, letting the hedonist in me to rearrange them. And then I remember of nothing but... her.
Love is such a strong word, if I may say so. It behooves us to change, to impress our instincts, to devolve from a complete resonable human being, to an animal that was buried in our soul. It makes us frail in our pride, yet strong in the decisions we were never able to comprehend alone. It makes us see the stranger in the mirror we never met before.

 

[Lena]

Such nach mir

Wenn der Lärm in Stille verwickelt wird,
und der Atem
dein einziger Freund ist,
wenn du das götliche in dir
findest,
alle Feurige Drachen
und heilige Ängel
besiegst,
wenn du in das Nichts des Momentes verwandelt bist,
such nach mir.
Such nach mir in die Stille.
Such nach mir in die Leere.
Abgedeckt mit der heiligen Substanz
des Lebens,
in die Unnedlickeit des Zierkels,
achtsam wache ich und warte.
Da,
wo es kein Zeit
und auch kein Raum gibt.
Da wo die Wörter,
Bedeutung und Sinn
verlieren.
Such nach mir in das Lied der Freiheit,
in die Tiefe der Höhe.
Such nach mir nach den Punkt.
Da bin ich..da werde ich sein,
ziehe sorgfähltig Perlen der
Liebe auf.

meine

 

[Y1K991]

Две любви

Есть любовь, похожая на дым;
Если тесно ей - она одурманит,
Дать ей волю - и ее не станет...
Быть как дым,- но вечно молодым.

Есть любовь, похожая на тень:
Днем у ног лежит - тебе внимает,
Ночью так неслышно обнимает...
Быть как тень, но вместе ночь и день..

Иннокентий Анненский​

 

[existence]

Спојлер: The Empire strikes back: Perl vs. Python

EXTERIOR: DAGOBAH -- DAY
With Yoda strapped to his back, Luke climbs up one of
the many thick vines that grow in the swamp until he
reaches the Dagobah statistics lab. Panting heavily, he
continues his exercises -- grepping, installing new
packages, logging in as root, and writing replacements for
two-year-old shell scripts in Python.

YODA: Code! Yes. A programmer's strength flows from code
maintainability. But beware of Perl. Terse syntax... more
than one way to do it... default variables. The dark side
of code maintainability are they. Easily they flow, quick
to join you when code you write. If once you start down the
dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume
you it will.

LUKE: Is Perl better than Python?

YODA: No... no... no. Quicker, easier, more seductive.

LUKE: But how will I know why Python is better than Perl?

YODA: You will know. When your code you try to read six months
from now.

 

[violetmoon]

A dream within a dream

Take this kiss upon brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me awov
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf — tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

-Edgar Allan Poe

 

[MissChievous]

Forever — is composed of Nows
by Emily Dickinson

Forever — is composed of Nows
‘Tis not a different time
Except for Infiniteness
And Latitude of Home

From this — experienced Here
Remove the Dates — to These
Let Months dissolve in further Months
And Years — exhale in Years

Without Debate — or Pause
Or Celebrated Days
No different Our Years would be
From Anno Domini’s