Ilu-kirja-nurk
Nii ma nüüd kuulutan välja, et alates tänasest võtan vastu ja avaldan autorite (vaikival : ) nõusolekul sõprade, tuttavate ja ka tundmatute ilu- ja muid kirjanduslikke tükke. Kui teil jääb midagi head silma, siis andke aga teada.
Reklaamin juba suurelt välja, et novembri keskel, peale med.rebaste räbustamist, tuleb siia üles ka kaks kuuenda astme arstide muhedat kirjatööd: vaimukas teema-lauluke ja pala nõukogude naise raskest elust :P
Hmm ehk leiab kuskilt veel mõnelt tuttavalt mõned luuletusedki... kuigi need vist tulevad siis nii masendavad... tahaks ikka positiivset, isegi kui see on lorilauluke.
KyberKuradi tänud JP-le järgneva eest...
* * *
It’s night,
it’s dark,
black is the sky
way up high.
No cloud, not a star
only the moon—bright as light,
like a lonely rider in the night.
I’m walking on an avenue
the autumn leaves rustle under my feet.
I can’t see much.
On the dimly lit street—
the moon-light
is the only
my eyes can meet.
I bend my head back,
look up in the sky.
As the avenue closes behind me
the sky grows wide.
I see a twinkle—a star,
and then another and another.
They’re far, too far to reach,
but I don’t care—
I extend my arm,
stretch my hand.
Then, make an effort—
try to grab
the jewel of night—
a star shining so bright.
But the striving,
it was doomed from the beginning.
I bring back my arm
unfold my fingers
open my palm.
There’s nothing,
it’s empty.
But what else was I expecting…
I only hoped that maybe, just maybe…
It was a silly hope, a foolish dream,
for nothing else could come
than what had happened.
I keep on walking
I can hear my heels clicking on the pavement
and the water squelching under my toes.
The cold breeze blows against my face,
I draw my scarf thither around my neck.
I keep on walking…
Time after time I glance up to the sky,
it is the same, unchanged,
but I see it as scary and frightening—
just like the void in my soul.
A minute ago I was happy—
I could have sworn I saw angels
lighting up the stars in the sky,
one by one.
But now…everything is different,
but the truth is—only I am different.
The night is the same as it was before
and the same it will be in the future.
Just like the day had been the same,
the same it would be tomorrow.
Like I said—I had changed
I had eyes only to see the dark—
the dark in the night,
the dark in the world,
the dark in life.
If I could have opened my eyes
to the light that everywhere lies
I might have seen the beauty—
the beauty in the night,
the beauty in the world,
the beauty in life.
But my mind was shadowed with dark clouds,
that I could not brush away.
Reklaamin juba suurelt välja, et novembri keskel, peale med.rebaste räbustamist, tuleb siia üles ka kaks kuuenda astme arstide muhedat kirjatööd: vaimukas teema-lauluke ja pala nõukogude naise raskest elust :P
Hmm ehk leiab kuskilt veel mõnelt tuttavalt mõned luuletusedki... kuigi need vist tulevad siis nii masendavad... tahaks ikka positiivset, isegi kui see on lorilauluke.
KyberKuradi tänud JP-le järgneva eest...
* * *
It’s night,
it’s dark,
black is the sky
way up high.
No cloud, not a star
only the moon—bright as light,
like a lonely rider in the night.
I’m walking on an avenue
the autumn leaves rustle under my feet.
I can’t see much.
On the dimly lit street—
the moon-light
is the only
my eyes can meet.
I bend my head back,
look up in the sky.
As the avenue closes behind me
the sky grows wide.
I see a twinkle—a star,
and then another and another.
They’re far, too far to reach,
but I don’t care—
I extend my arm,
stretch my hand.
Then, make an effort—
try to grab
the jewel of night—
a star shining so bright.
But the striving,
it was doomed from the beginning.
I bring back my arm
unfold my fingers
open my palm.
There’s nothing,
it’s empty.
But what else was I expecting…
I only hoped that maybe, just maybe…
It was a silly hope, a foolish dream,
for nothing else could come
than what had happened.
I keep on walking
I can hear my heels clicking on the pavement
and the water squelching under my toes.
The cold breeze blows against my face,
I draw my scarf thither around my neck.
I keep on walking…
Time after time I glance up to the sky,
it is the same, unchanged,
but I see it as scary and frightening—
just like the void in my soul.
A minute ago I was happy—
I could have sworn I saw angels
lighting up the stars in the sky,
one by one.
But now…everything is different,
but the truth is—only I am different.
The night is the same as it was before
and the same it will be in the future.
Just like the day had been the same,
the same it would be tomorrow.
Like I said—I had changed
I had eyes only to see the dark—
the dark in the night,
the dark in the world,
the dark in life.
If I could have opened my eyes
to the light that everywhere lies
I might have seen the beauty—
the beauty in the night,
the beauty in the world,
the beauty in life.
But my mind was shadowed with dark clouds,
that I could not brush away.
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