Отправлено: 19.02.06 00:20. Заголовок: Тьюлис, стихотворения (eng)

Стихотворения, написанные Тьюлисом, которые можно найти в сети.

Приветствуются комментарии и перевод. Не приветствуется свое творчество - создавайте новые темы ;-)

 Отправлено: 19.02.06 00:23. Заголовок: Re:

Взято отсюда
a здесь есть вариант перевода

Любимое:

Another Night

We talked all evening
about
the end of the world
Until
it was the end of the evening,
And freezing
outside
And we agreed
It had nothing to do
with us.
The bus
arrived
and we said good, and bye, and tried to hug
in direct correlation
To the total of our affection
to date.
It was very late,
Or very early,
When I put my key
in the door.
And I sat
in my bed
And looked for lumps on my skin.
And thinking
about
the end of the world,
I waited
for the world to begin.

(форматирование мое)

 Отправлено: 19.02.06 00:24. Заголовок: Re:

еще одно:

Fly

Where, and when, and if,
I die
I desire to revisit this filth
As a fly
and on some squalid afternoon
Fly smack into your bathroom,
Small and black,
And crawl all over
Your naked young back.
I know you imagine I'm a sensitive man,
But I'm afraid that's just
The kind of fly
I am.

 Отправлено: 19.02.06 19:02. Заголовок: Re:

А я вот это люблю - очень
(даже сначала без перевода понравилось - так получилось, что скромных познаний ангельского хватило... более-менее...)


Rain

And,
After the rain,
Our umbrella
Becomes a cane,
And, "Whatever will become of us?"
Becomes "...became.

 Отправлено: 19.02.06 19:04. Заголовок: Re:

Кстати, я перекину сюда все оставшиеся - по-моему, они все сипатичные(а почему ты их всех не запостила?)


Descent

He'd been let down so often
His brow was on the floor
But then they found
A small hole in the ground
And let him down some more.

 Отправлено: 19.02.06 19:05. Заголовок: Re:

Love Poem

Er....
Yes....
The moon was booked to appear in this poem,
But due to stress
and overwork,
Countless appearances in sonnets and haiku,
It's going to be difficult to express how much
I like you.
It's been holding it's breath
And turning blue,
Once in a while.
Smiling for children,
Styling the tide.
Inspiring sex,
And suicide.
A backlog of allusions to deal with.
Feelings to justify.

It's done very well for a lump of white rock,
With a peak time slot in the night sky,
Sharing top billing with it's straight man, the sun, The best double act
in kingdom not come.

Mystified and delighted
With the interest shown
By painters
And writers
And people alone.
But at the last minute NASA phoned
And bumped up th e residuals,
So your poem's been postponed.
I'm sorry.

 Отправлено: 19.02.06 20:01. Заголовок: Re:

Mor-Rigan спасибо :)

а я ссылку дала :) А запостила любимые ))

 Отправлено: 23.02.06 06:58. Заголовок: Re:

Полное_затмение
а решила притащить все - может кому лень идти будет... и вообще, продублировать не помешает - мало ли что...
*перебирая сокровища в сундучке*