Dancing Cherries ..

Dancing Cherries ..
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Cherry-Time

Cherries of the night are riper
Than the cherries pluckt at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
When he pipes his magic tune:
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
Under the moon.
And you’ll be fairies soon.

In the cherry pluckt at night,
With the dew of summer swelling,
There’s a juice of pure delight,
Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling.
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
In the moonlight.
And you’ll be fairies quite.

When I sound the fairy call,
Gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
Cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter.
For the eater
When the dews fall.
And you’ll be fairies all.

Robert Graves

Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance ...

Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance ...
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She was beautiful as southern skies
The night he met her
She was married to someone
He was doggedly determined that he would get her
He was old, he was young
From time to time hed tip his heart
But each time she withdrew
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks its true
Well eventually the boy and the girl get married
Sure enough they have a son
And though they both were occupied
With the child she carried
Disagreements had begun
And in a while they fell apart
It wasnt hard to do
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks its true
Two disappointed believers
Two people playing the game
Negotiations and love songs
Are often mistaken for one and the same
Now the man and the woman
Remain in contact
Let us say its for the child
With disagreements about the meaning
Of a marriage contract
Conversations hard and wild
But from time to time
He makes her laugh
She cooks a meal or two
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks its true
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks its true
What is the point of this story
What information pertains
The thought that life could be better
Is woven indelibly
Into our hearts
And our brains

Paul Simon

A lonely goatherd ...

Where are you looking at ?
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Maria:
High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

Folks in a town that was quite remote heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
Lusty and clear from the goatherd’s throat heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

the Children:
O ho lay dee odl lee o, o ho lay dee odl ay
O ho lay dee odl lee o, lay dee odl lee o lay

Maria:
A prince on the bridge of a castle moat heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
Two Children:
Men on a road with a load to tote heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

the Children:
Men in the midst of a table d’hote heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
Maria:
Men drinking beer with the foam afloat heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo (coughs)

One little girl in a pale pink coat heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
Brigitta:
She yodeled back to the lonely goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

Maria:
Soon her Mama with a gleaming gloat heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
What a duet for a girl and goatherd
Maria and the Children:
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

Maria and the Children:
Ummm (ummm) . . .
Odl lay ee (odl lay ee)
Odl lay hee hee (odl lay hee hee)
Odl lay ee . . .
. . . yodeling . . .

Brigitta:
One little girl in a pale pink coat heard
Maria:
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hoo hoo
Brigitta:
She yodeled back to the lonely goatherd
Maria:
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

Maria:
Soon her Mama with a gleaming gloat heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hmm hmm
What a duet for a girl and goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

Maria and the Children:
Happy are they lay dee olay dee lee o . . .
. . . yodeling . . .
Soon the duet will become a trio
Maria:
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

Maria (Children):
Odl lay ee, old lay ee (odl lay ee)
Odl lay hee hee, (odl lay hee hee)
Odl lay hee (odl lay hee),
Odl lay odl lee (odl lay odl lee)
Odl lay odl lee(odl lay odi lay)
Odl lay odl lee (odl lay odl lay)
Odl lay odl lay odl lay

the Children:
WHOO!

from: The Sound of Music

A Casa ...

Detail ...
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Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

Rima LXXXIV. Tu voz es el aliento de las flores...

A Casta

Tu voz es el aliento de las flores,
tu voz es de los cisnes la armonía;
es tu mirada el esplendor del día,
y el color de la rosa es tu color.

Tú prestas nueva vida y esperanza
a un corazón para el amor ya muerto:
tú creces de mi vida en el desierto
como crece en un páramo la flor.


Rhyme LXXXIV. Your voice is the breath of flowers...

To Chastity

Your voice is the breath of flowers,
your voice is the harmony of swans;
the splendor of the day is your glance,
and the color of roses is your color.

You lend new life and hope
to a heart that already died for love:
you grow in the desert of my life
like a flower on a bleak plateau.

Translated by H. Landman

Thanks to Londeswein

Old Tulips on Old Paper ...

Old Tulips on Old Paper ...
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Silvia Plath
Tulips (fragments)

...Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I hve no face, I have wanted to efface myself.
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

Thanks to Londeswein

Hyacinthus Orientalis ...

Hyacinthus Orientalis ...
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The menace of the flower

Flower of drowsiness,
lull me but love me not.
How you profuse your perfume,
how overdo your rouge,
flower who kohl your lids
and exhale your soul in the sun!
Flower of drowsiness.
There is one resembles you
in your deceiving blush,
and too because she has
black eyelashes like you.
Flower of drowsiness.
(And I tremble alone to see
your hand in mine,
tremble lest you turn
into a woman one day!)

Alfonso Reyes

Translation by Samuel Beckett

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I’m going to wrinkle this word ...

Blue Eye ...
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I’m going to wrinkle this word,
I’m going to twist it,
yes,
it is much too flat
it is as if a great dog or great river
had passed its tongue or water over it
during many years.

I want that in the word
the roughness is seen
the iron salt
The de-fanged strength
of the land,
the blood
of those who have spoken and those who have not spoken.

I want to see the thirst
Inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.

Pablo Neruda,poeta

(Translated by T.M. Lauth)

Thanks to Londeswein

Suzanne ...

Suzanne ...
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Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Leonard Cohen,

Saturdaymorning,

Saturdaymorning,
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"Nature" is what we see --
The Hill -- the Afternoon --
Squirrel -- Eclipse -- the Bumble bee --
Nay -- Nature is Heaven --
Nature is what we hear --
The Bobolink -- the Sea --
Thunder -- the Cricket --
Nay -- Nature is Harmony --
Nature is what we know --
Yet have no art to say --
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

(#668) Emily Dickinson

Thanks to londeswein

Red ...

Red ...
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Ballade de la vie en rouge
Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)

L'un toujours vit la vie en rose,
Jeunesse qui n'en finit plus,
Seconde enfance moins morose,
Ni voeux, ni regrets superflus.
Ignorant tout flux et reflux,
Ce sage pour qui rien ne bouge
Règne instinctif: tel un phallus.
Mais moi je vois la vie en rouge.

L'autre ratiocine et glose
Sur des modes irrésolus,
Soupesant, pesant chaque chose
De mains gourdes aux lourds calus.
Lui faudrait du temps tant et plus
Pour se risquer hors de son bouge.
Le monde est gris à ce reclus.
Mais moi je vois la vie en rouge.

Lui, cet autre, alentour il ose
Jeter des regards bien voulus,
Mais, sur quoi que son oeil se pose,
Il s'exaspère où tu te plus,
Oeil des philanthropes joufflus;
Tout lui semble noir, vierge ou gouge,
Les hommes, vins bus, livres lus.
Mais moi je vois la vie en rouge.

Thanks to londeswein

Vergeet niet te leven ...

Vergeet niet te leven ...
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Vergeet je niet te leven
dacht ik laatst
de tijd hield stil
een adempauze even

en als je nu eens zonder haast
buiten de tijd om wil
slagbomen neergelaten
dolgedraaide wijzerplaten


onder je door of langs je heen
ze laat voor wat ze zijn en dan
meer lucht en ogen van

het goede aardse zien
een beetje ruimte worden en misschien
iets meer gericht alleen

kees hermis

Een Verjaardag ...

Healty ...
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Mijn hart is zoals een zingende vogel
wiens hart overloopt van vreugde:
Mijn hart is zoals een appelboom
wiens takken buigen door het rijpe fruit;
Mijn hart is zoals een regenboogschelp
die dobbert op een vredige zee;
Mijn hart is zo gelukkig en fier,
want mijn lief kwam, mijn lief is hier.

Richt zijden baldakijnen op voor mij;
Versier ze met bont en purperkleuren;
Graveer granaatappels en duiven
en pauwen met honderden ogen;
Borduur ze met filigranen druiven
en met blaren en fleurs-de-lys;
Daar ik de jaardag van mijn leven vier,
want mijn lief kwam, mijn lief is hier.

Christina Rossetti

Raindrops on Roses ...

Raindrops on a white Rose ...
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.

Uit: The Sound of Music.

Geef mij je hand...

another day @Work, another Girl ...
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Geef mij je hand
Geef mij ze allebei
en zeg me dan heel even
dat niet kunt leven
zonder mij, zonder mij ...

We'll meet again ...

We'll meet again ...
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Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear,
Just for a while, dear, we must part.
Don't let the parting upset you,
I'll not forget you, sweetheart.
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.
Keep smiling through, just like you always do,
'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away.

So will you please say hello to the folks that I know,
Tell them I won't be long.
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go,
I was singing this song.

After the rain comes the rainbow,
You'll see the rain go, never fear,
We two can wait for tomorrow,
Goodbye to sorrow, my dear.

Binnen zonder te kloppen ...

Stairs ...
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De straat is grijs
De gracht beneveld
Binnen hou ik het niet uit
Daar denk ik steeds
Aan toen die avond
Ik schrik op van elk geluid
Ik hoor een deur
Open en dichtgaan
Ik hoor het kraken van een tree
En al m'n hoop
Is op de deurknop
Maar die gaat niet benee
Refr.
Ze kwam binnen zonder kloppen
Ze kwam binnen zonder kloppen
Ze kwam binnen
Ze kwam binnen
Ze kwam binnen zonder kloppen
En ging weg zonder een woord
Ik was alleen
En niet gelukkig
Ik brandde langzaam achteruit
En iedere dag
Meer vraag dan antwoord
Een nieuwe krant, een oud geluid
Ik wou dood
Ik wou begraven
Met veel bloemen en bezoek
En opeens
Stond zij daar voor me
Schopte haar schoenen in de hoek
Refr.
De avond valt
In duizend stukken
Op de straten van de stad
Met bonzend hart als wichelroede
Zoek ik mijn verloren schat
Maar het leidt tot niets
Lood om oud ijzer
Welke deur ik ook probeer
Ze zijn dicht
Of ze gaan open
Maar nooit meer, nooit meer, nooit meer als die keer.

De Dijk

Mandalay ...

Free Burma ...
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By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say;
"Come you back, you British Soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay;
Can't you 'ear their paddles clunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!

Rudyard Kipling

Dragonfly ...

Dragonfly ...
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I will never let you down
I will always be around

In the time we are here
We'll see love disappear
Don't ask how
Don't ask why
Just fly, dragonfly
Just fly, dragonfly

I will never bring you down
I will always stick around
I will heat you
when you're cold

In the time we have left
We'll raise eyes to the sky
Don't ask how
Don't ask why
Just fly, dragonfly
Just fly, dragonfly

Don't ask how
Don't ask why
Just fly, dragonfly
Just fly, fly, fly dragonfly

Fleetwood Mac

Niemand heeft je ooit gezien ...

Fran !!!
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Niemand heeft je ooit gezien
maar toch ben je van mij.
Niemand heeft je ooit gezien
maar toch ben je bij mij.
Ik wist het allereerst van jouw bestaan.
Je bent vlakbij maar ver nog hier vandaan.
Niemand heeft je ooit gezien
maar toch ben je bij mij.
Hier onder mijn hart begint jouw leven,
hier onder mijn hart groeit het geluk.
Jouw jonge leven en mijn geluk.

Helga.

Strawberry Fields forever ...

Oooh ...
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Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Lennon & McCartney