tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960015633887891784.post8377639699315232262..comments2024-01-05T09:46:18.955+01:00Comments on Dekodet: Kommersielt klartenktBjørn Arehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491085976273836365noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960015633887891784.post-62255753509182653522007-10-29T22:48:00.000+01:002007-10-29T22:48:00.000+01:00Flott dikt, ja, selv om det nok var i en noe annen...Flott dikt, ja, selv om det nok var i en noe annen sjanger. Men jeg liker den også!Bjørn Arehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01491085976273836365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960015633887891784.post-69069501953356845642007-10-25T18:21:00.000+02:002007-10-25T18:21:00.000+02:00I en noe annen sjanger. Så egentlig ingen annen gr...I en noe annen sjanger. Så egentlig ingen annen grunn enn at det rimer litt:-) Det sies at Gerald Manley Hopkins egner seg godt til høytlesning. Håper Roma er storveies<BR/><BR/>God’s Grandeur <BR/> <BR/>The world is charged with the grandeur of God. <BR/> It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; <BR/> It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil <BR/>Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? <BR/>Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; <BR/> And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; <BR/> And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil <BR/>Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. <BR/> <BR/>And for all this, nature is never spent; <BR/> There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; <BR/>And though the last lights off the black West went <BR/> Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— <BR/>Because the Holy Ghost over the bent <BR/> World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.<BR/><BR/>- from Poems (1918)<BR/><BR/>For ikke å snakke om Hopkins' ‘My own heart let me have more have pity on’Peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03334829490839089408noreply@blogger.com