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  1. #1
    meh
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    Moin,

    Da ich am Montag eine Englischarbeit schreibe und es um Gedichte geht, wollt' ich fragen, ob jemand - relativ kurze - englische Gedichte hat. Niveau ist egal, ich hab nur kein Bock selbst wieder Ewigkeiten nach einem zu suchen.

    Danke im Voraus!

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    Progressiver Nationalist Benutzerbild von mggelheimer
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    Eins meiner Lieblingsgedichte auf englisch.


    John Maynard!
    by Theodor Fontane

    "Who is John Maynard?"

    "John Maynard was our helmsman true.
    To solid land he carried us through.
    He saved our lives, our noble king.
    He died for us; his praise we sing.
    John Maynard."

    *

    From Detroit to Buffalo
    As mist sprays her bow like flakes of snow
    Over Lake Erie the "Swallow" takes flight
    And every heart is joyful and light.
    In the dusk, the passengers all
    Can already make out the dim landfall,
    And approaching John Maynard, their hearts free of care,
    They ask of their helmsman, "Are we almost there?"
    He looks around and toward the shore:
    "Still 30 minutes.... a half hour more."

    All hearts are happy, all hearts are light --
    Then out of the hold comes a cry of fright.
    "Fire!" it is, that terrified shout.
    From the cabin and hatch black smoke pours out.
    Smoke, then fire and flames aglow,
    And still 20 minutes to Buffalo.

    And the passengers, in a colorful crowd
    Stand pressed together on the bow.
    Up on the bow there is still air and light
    But the smoke at the helm forms a thick, dark night.
    "Where are we? Where?" the men must know,
    And still 15 minutes to Buffalo. --

    The wind grows strong but the smoke cloud stays.
    To the helm the captain turns his gaze.
    The helmsman is hidden by the raging fires
    But through the bullhorn the captain enquires:
    "Still there, John Maynard?"
    "Yes, sir. I am."
    "Onto the beach! Into the surf!"
    "Yes, sir. That's my plan."
    And the people cry: "Hold on! Hallo!"
    And still 10 minutes to Buffalo.--

    "Still there, John Maynard?" And the answer is clear,
    Though with dying voice: "Yes, sir. I'm still here."
    And in the surf, rocks, obstacles afloat,
    Into their midst he plunges the boat.
    To be saved, it's the only way to go.
    Salvation: the shores of Buffalo!

    *

    The fire is out. The ship's run aground.
    All are saved. Only one can't be found.

    *

    The bells ring out, their notes all fly
    From churches and chapels to heaven on high.
    The city is still but for funeral bells.
    For one service only the sad sound swells:
    In the procession ten thousand go by,
    Or maybe more -- and not one dry eye.

    With layers of flowers the grave they soften.
    Under more flowers they bury the coffin.
    With golden script in marble stone
    The city has its tribute shown:

    "Here lies John Maynard! In smoke and fire
    He held fast to the wheel; he did not tire.
    He saved our lives, our noble king.
    He died for us; his praise we sing.
    John Maynard!"

    Translated by Julie and Amy Huberman
    Dem Kühnen allein ist das Glück hold
    Clausewitz

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    meh
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    Vielen Dank schon mal!


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    Invictus
    William Ernest Henley
    1849–1903

    Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul.

    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the Horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll,
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul.



    mfg
    Una Donna
    ***

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    king and queen of hearts Benutzerbild von Just Amy
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    Louis MacNeice - Prayer before Birth

    I am not yet born; O hear me.
    Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
    club-footed ghoul come near me.

    I am not yet born, console me.
    I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
    with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
    on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

    I am not yet born; provide me
    With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
    to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
    in the back of my mind to guide me.

    I am not yet born; forgive me
    For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
    when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
    my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
    my life when they murder by means of my
    hands, my death when they live me.


    I am not yet born; rehearse me
    In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
    old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
    frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
    waves call me to folly and the desert calls
    me to doom and the beggar refuses
    my gift and my children curse me.

    I am not yet born; O hear me,
    Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
    come near me.

    I am not yet born; O fill me
    With strength against those who would freeze my
    humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
    would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
    one face, a thing, and against all those
    who would dissipate my entirety, would
    blow me like thistledown hither and
    thither or hither and thither
    like water held in the
    hands would spill me.

    Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
    Otherwise kill me.

    fett ist meine lieblingsstrophe

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    GESPERRT
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    Betty Butter bought some butter,
    but she said the butter is bitter,
    so she bought some better butter.

    Anmerkung: Bitte schnell aussprechen

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    So many
    letters in my life I started
    most of them I threw away.

    So many
    friendships shall last forever,
    most of us will go astry.

    So many
    chances in my life,
    ideas left unborn.
    Will I wake up in the end -
    realizing it's all gone?

    No.
    I see the sunlight breaking through the clouds,
    see me standing there.
    Seemed to me that all hope was lost, BUT
    my eyes keep on shining,
    my heart goes on beating
    and I'll try again.
    Da ham die doch mal die Österreicher gefragt: "Länderspiel bei der EM - Holland vs. Niederlande - wer gewinnt?" Die Österreicher waren sich einig: "Die Holländer siegen!" :]
    ---
    http://www.vyrix.de/aboutme/gedichte...sketch_004.jpg

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    Zitat Zitat von mggelheimer
    Eins meiner Lieblingsgedichte auf englisch.


    John Maynard!
    by Theodor Fontane

    Ist das wirklich auf Englisch verfasst worden?
    Glaube ich kaum.
    "Ensinai aos vossos filhos o trabalho, ensinai às vossas filhas a modéstia, ensinai a todos a virtude da economia. E se não poderdes fazer deles santos, fazei ao menos deles cristãos"

    Salazar

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    Mir fällt auf Anhieb dieses Kurze hier ein:

    Eldorado by Edgar Allan Poe


    Gaily bedight,
    A gallant knight,
    In sunshine and in shadow,
    Had journeyed long,
    Singing a song,
    In search of Eldorado.

    But he grew old
    This knight so bold
    And o'er his heart a shadow
    Fell as he found
    No spot of ground
    That looked like Eldorado.

    And, as his strength
    Failed him at length,
    He met a pilgrim shadow
    "Shadow," said he,
    "Where can it be
    This land of Eldorado?"

    "Over the Mountains
    Of the Moon,
    Down the Valley of the Shadow,
    Ride, boldly ride,"
    The shade replied
    "If you seek for Eldorado!"
    "Ensinai aos vossos filhos o trabalho, ensinai às vossas filhas a modéstia, ensinai a todos a virtude da economia. E se não poderdes fazer deles santos, fazei ao menos deles cristãos"

    Salazar

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    Ein Limerick, selten und nicht in der Literatur zu finden:

    There was a British Colonel in Baroda
    Who did not pay a whore what he owed her
    So in her despair
    She stood on a chair
    And pissed in his whisky and soda
    Jeder ist für das verantwortlich, was er tut.

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