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Заголовок: Teenagers' poems (Toronto) Прислано пользователем TimTaler на 04/02/04 в 02:45:52 Taken from http://www.tpl.toronto.on.ca/pdfs/young_voices_2002.pdf Wing and Fang S.B. - Age: 16 Wing and Fang were walking Hand in hand Her talons charred, leaving scarred Claw marks in the sand His step of love, wing of dove Footprints in the sand Flowing robes of satin Heaven thread Golden light, no bark nor bite? Crown atop his head Her lips of liar, horns of fire Death atop her head Her eyes of fire, her soul of ice His love forevermore... She the Evil, he the God As so the others see But she shall Live, and he the Dog She fears insanity And so the waves tears of the world Hit the land He soaks them up, fills his cup Dry now is the sand She does not stare, she does not care For tears upon the sand To heal the ocean’s violent crash Crash of man He draws sword from sheath, cuts self deep Angel blood on sand She sees his pain, she sees him slain But no tears on the sand Her eyes of fire, her soul of ice Beneath which churns the ocean... She the Evil, he the God As so the others see But she shall Live, and he the Dog She fears humanity Fang the Wicked Fang the Bad Fang the Goddess of the Sad Wing the Giver of gifts she had She the child within the beast The innocent is seen the least Hidden behind barbed wire mesh And he craves the pleasures of the flesh Wing and Fang were walking Hand in hand Child she cowers behind the glower Of beast upon the sand He the lamb with the lust for damned His secret on the sand She the Evil, he the God Walking hand in hand But she shall Live and he the Bitch Together in the sand You E.S. - Age: 15 "When you plant a kiss into what does it grow?" I remember I once asked her. She simply answered "You" and left me standing confused. I sat and wondered but always telling her I understood. I made mistakes along the way, some i thought too much a soul to bear, but all the while she simply answered "You" as she smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. Many days later, more than i could count, she tripped and fell. She let out her hand for me to grab and asked "When you plant a kiss into what does it grow?" I simply answered "Me" and let out my hand to grab hers. She pushed it aside, tears in her eyes, and said "I thought you understood" Right then it clicked but time had passed and I saw her walk away as i yelled to her "You!" but she was too far to hear. For when you plant a kiss, it grows into the one you love, the one you'll die with by your side. But it takes two to plant a kiss and love to keep it alive. I did neither unknowingly but only realized when it was too late... Peace of Mind H.Y. - Age: 16 Waves of conscience, Sea of guilt, Add one more stone, For me. Wander T.Y. - Age: 15 Amidst the hurrying heels over Chinatown streets . Wanders a tale lost – Ancient echoes forever . Pressing into the foreheads of grandparents – Only To emerge, After millenniums – . On the other side of the Earth . Out of vaporous Wu-long Tea Bittersweet No where – . Not through . The traffic-congested Chinatown air Not among the movements of young Dragon Dancers practicing stances . To the beats of a music – . Foreign and Strange Not . Inside the Delivery Boxes of a Chinese Restaurant . Beside the Fortune Cookies – Can the Tale find its way, its Home Home – Yellow Earth . Yellow River – Jia Perhaps, Home is not a place. Perhaps, Jia is different . For each – Memories that shape . And unshape Memories of – . The Fragrance of a bowl of Rice That Verse in an ancient Poem . A broken thread on an embroidered silk dress Grandma telling old stories over and over again . Until they are echoes – There was an old monk sitting in the temple, who tells a story of . An old monk sitting in the temple, telling a story of an old monk – Sitting in the temple, telling Where shall the Tale be – . When the time comes That even memories are no more? |
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Заголовок: Re: Teenagers' poems (Toronto) Прислано пользователем Лапочка на 04/02/04 в 03:40:06 :) Огромное спасибо. Wing and Fang by Sue Bedford - это нечто. Мне это напоминает Мелькора и Унголиант, уходящих из Амана. Был такой рассказик, не вполне серьёзный, но совпал с моим глюком. |
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Заголовок: Re: Teenagers' poems (Toronto) Прислано пользователем R2R на 04/02/04 в 11:08:10 Какие талантливые... TimTaler, спасибо. |
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