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Geschrieben am: 12.11.2009 um 16:43 Uhr
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also ich finde das Gedicht nicht so schlecht, ganz ehrlich!
Hat mich stark an eines von Edgar Allan Poe erinnert.
Des musst du dir mal durchlesen:
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 loved 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 its 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 Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
so als anregung :)
liebe grüße
und keep it up
simon
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