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2 poems!!!!(2 poemes) But it's not me who made them:P

#1 malila6

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Posté 05 May 2009 - 02:29 PM

So, here are two poemes, but it's not me who wrote them, I'm just gonna put theme to euhhhhh.....I don't know why!!!

Poeme 1:

In the winter time we go
Walking in the fields of snow
Where there is no grass at all
Where the top of every wall
Every fence, and every tree
Is as white as white can be

Poeme 2:

I dance on your paper
I hide in your pen
I make your ink-stand
My little black den
And when you're not looking
I hop on your nose
And leave on your forehead
The marks of my toes

VOILLLAAA!!!!!!!

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Posté 07 May 2009 - 01:52 AM

The first is a poem of James Stephens, isn't it ?

Finish it..

In the wintertime we go
Walking in the fields of snow;

Where there is no grass at all;
Where on top of every wall,

Every fence and every tree,
Is as white as white can be.

Pointing out the way we came
- Every one of them the same -

All across the field there be
Prints in silver filigree;

And our mothers always know,
By the footprints in the snow,

Where it is the children go.

What about the world ?
What about the place that we call home ?
We've never been so many
But we've never been so alone.
So alone.

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Icône du message Posté 18 May 2009 - 07:52 PM

*James Stevens, you mean.
Sorry, in my book, it was written only untill here [Is as white as white can be]
Thx to have continued it.{my English is completly ungrammatical xDD}

-Malila.

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Posté 18 May 2009 - 08:01 PM

Hell no.
James Stephens is an author
James Stevens is a musician

I think...

What about the world ?
What about the place that we call home ?
We've never been so many
But we've never been so alone.
So alone.

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Posté 18 May 2009 - 08:08 PM

What's wrong with my stupid book?!
Ughh wtv!
Sorry my book is completly...emmm....WRONG!!

-Malila.

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Posté 18 May 2009 - 08:57 PM

*Well no

Stay polite dear kangaroo ehlena=D
I wanna put a poem written by Emily Dikinson

They shut me up in Prose—
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet—
Because they liked me "still"—

Still! Could themself have peeped—
And seen my Brain—go round—
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason—in the Pound—

Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Abolish his Captivity—
And laugh—No more have I—

I know it all by heart ! It hink it's my favorite (ond only) one that I know in english. It has been used in a book named "Zarbie les yeux verts", where I read it.

Morale de l'histoire; Ne vous imaginez pas être différent de ce qu'il eût pu sembler à autrui que vous fussiez ou eussiez pu être en restant identique à ce que vous fûtes sans jamais paraître autre que vous n'étiez avant d'être devenu ce que vous êtes.