den blepw thn wra!
den blepw thn wra!
Mille anni passi sunt...
πάρτε κι ένα Alone :
From childhood`s hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov`d, I lov`d alone.
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev`ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that `round me roll`d
In it`s autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass`d me flying by -
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heavens was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
Most of you have gone away
kalos o poe.an kai me thn poihsh tou den exw asxolhthei,genika me thn poihsh den exw asxolhthei,dhlwnw adahs.wstoso diavasa diafora endiaferonta px gia empeiriko kai tha tou ri3w mia matia.
genikotera to upogeio tou ntostogiefski emena me eixe kathhlwsei.
1) e4, c5
2) Νf3
"gothic" λογοτεχνία;
Τέλος πάντων, την ποίηση του την θεωρώ υπερεκτιμημένη (εξαιρούνται μερικά αριστουργήματα π.χ. To Zante, A Dream Within A Dream κ.α.) και μου φαίνεται πως η πραγματική του αξία βρίσκεται στα διηγήματα του (personal favourites "King Pest", "The Tell-Tale Heart").
Υποβαθμίζω το τόπικ αλλά να δείτε το Haloween σπέσιαλ των Simpsons απ'τη δεύτερη σεζόν όπου έχουν μοντάρει το "The Raven".
The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop
the queen is dead, boys
gotha me kalypses plhrws...
L'amiral Larima
Larima quoi
la rime a rien
L'amiral Larima
l'amiral Rien
Ωραία κι αυτά. Αν διάλεγα 3 fave διηγήματα πιθανώς να ταν Black cat, William Wilson και Fall Of the house of Usher.Originally Posted by Kalki
Καλά κι εκτός απ'το θεϊκό Μasque of red death..
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
Most of you have gone away
Μόνο το Sleeper και το Conqueror να είχε γράψει, γαμούσε τον Blake μέχρι να γράψει κανείς κάτι εξίσου θεϊκό.Originally Posted by Kalki
Επίσης "σαγαπάωσεκτιμάω κτλ".
The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
~
vrhka se ena palio teyxos ths Babel to systhma tou pissa k tou poupoula and so on, eikonografhmeno. plaka exei
never tell
Από ποιόν?
(Του πίσσα και πούπουλα ρε μλκ.)
The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
~
tou pissa kai tou poupoula.
Dino Battaglia
never tell
Δεν σε διόρθωσα -πως θα τολμούσα άλλωστε!- απλά ξέρεις. Η μετάφραση. Είναι κάπως.
The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
~
Ω έλα τώρα. Γίνεσαι mellow. ;p
never tell
Δεν νομίζω να το θυμάται καν.
The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
~
Όντως. Άσε που έχει πεί και καλύτερα.
never tell