Ja mensen! Ik moet een gedicht uitzoeken voor morgen, en daar moeten we iets mee doen. -ik weet nog niet wat-
Alleen heb ik zo mijn twijfels. Ik heb er tee gevonden, maar nu kan k niet kiezen. Help me out, please?
Gedicht één:
Flight
The sun on the wall
throws rose shadows
with an invisible perfume.
The moon on the wall
grows those shadows
while the air is heady
with nightly calls.
Dawn on the wall
has no shadows
except morning mist,
and a damp perfume
that ladens the air,
unfurling with
early morning secrecy
your wings
through an open window.
By Sally Plumb
Gedicht twee:
Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
By Shel Silverstein
Dus, welke vinden jullie het best?
Gedicht één: 2
Gedicht twee: 3
[ bericht aangepast op 15 okt 2009 - 16:53 ]
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