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Üdvözletem a megújult verses blogban

Nemrég úgy döntöttem, hogy kicsit változtatok az idekerült versek alapvető kiválasztási módján. Ahelyett, hogy azt várnám, hogy random versek és dalszövegek elgondolkodtatják a közönséget (ami néha megtörtént, de általában nem), inkább egy kis bemutatót tartok különböző 20. és 21. századi költők és dalszövegírók műveiből.

Mostantól fel fogok keresni mai nem ismert vagy kevésbé ismert irókat, és megkérem őket, hogy ide publikálhassam a műveiket. Egy ilyen anoním író már van is a versek közt.

A régi bemutatkozó szöveget itt találod.

from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.

      In visions of the dark night
        I have dreamed of joy departed-
      But a waking dream of life and light
        Hath left me broken-hearted.

      Ah! what is not a dream by day
        To him whose eyes are cast
      On things around him with a ray
        Turned back upon the past?

      That holy dream- that holy dream,
        While all the world were chiding,
      Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
        A lonely spirit guiding.

      What though that light, thro' storm and night,
        So trembled from afar-
      What could there be more purely bright
        In Truth's day-star?

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!