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Nov. 25., 2009 | 03:57 pm
posted by: flog in pajautaa
dzejas mīļotājiem - tavs mīļākais dzejolis angļu valodā? tēma, garums, doma...nav no svara. nepieciešams uzveidot bukletu ar apm 10 lieliskiem dzejoļiem no paziņu loka. nu un ciba jau aši kā paziņu loks! (visnotaļ laiku ietaupošāks pasākums) :)
tencinu iepriekš!
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aluka
date: Nov. 25., 2009 - 11:43 pm
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meandering through crowds of ants.
None of them has a name.
She was different though, more a hungry spider,
tickling my skin as she crawled inside my head.
I could picture her tied to a bed
handcuffed and beaten blue as the sky,
with purple birds circling like vultures.
I would fuck her till her eyes popped out.
Insects don't really see anyway.
After the grotesque closing scene
the cameras would stop rolling
and we would both die.
Just like Romeo and Juliet.
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koijots
date: Nov. 26., 2009 - 08:23 am
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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