-(* poetry thread *)-

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Originally posted by Tom Frohman
The poem sort of looks like German but it isn't. What language is it?

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this freakin' language that is spoken in this country... aehem ... finnland ... yes, yes ... :D

and this does not look like german ;)

so here is the german translation:

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Einmal frühmorgens vor Sonnenaufgang
Bevor der Vögel Lied erklang
Machte die Bergtrollin dem Ritter einen Antrag
Sie sprach mit gespaltener Zunge
Ritter Mannelig, Ritter Mannelig bitte heirate mich
Denn ich kann Dir alles geben
Deine Antwort kann nur ja sein oder nein
Wenn du es so willst:

Ich werde Dir zwölf feine Stuten schenken
Die im schattigen Hain grasen
Noch nie haben sie einen Sattel gespürt
Noch nie einen Zügel

Ich werde Dir zwölf Mühlen schenken
Gelegen zwischen Tillö und Ternö
Die Mühlsteine sind vom besten roten Glanz
Und die Räder sind aus Silber

Ich werde Dir ein goldenes Schwert schenken
Das mit fünfzehn Goldringen klingt
Und im Kampfe zuschlägt wie du willst
Auf dem Schlachtfeld wirst du siegreich sein

Ich werde Dir ein Hemd schenken, so neu
Das Schönste, das Du je gesehen
Nicht genäht mit Nadel und Faden
Aus der feinsten weißen Seide gehäkelt

Geschenke wie diese würde ich gerne annehmen
Wenn du eine christliche Frau wärst
Aber Du bist ein böser Bergtroll
Aus dem Geschlecht der Wassertrolle und des Teufels

Die Bergtrollin rannte zur Tür hinaus
Sie klagte und weinte laut
Hätt ich den schönen Herrn bekommen
Wär ich von meiner Qual erlöst
Ritter Mannelig, Ritter Mannelig bitte heirate mich
Denn ich kann Dir alles geben
Deine Antwort kann nur ja sein oder nein
Wenn Du es so willst

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my english is so bad, I won't translate is ... so can someone help me? Andreas Masur??? Help!!! Where are these bike drivers when you need them?? :D

another point: could you translate a latin poem for me, if i post it??

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Originally posted by NoHero

another point: could you translate a latin poem for me, if i post it??

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I could give it a shot. Just so it is short.

ok here it is:

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Omnia sol temperat
Purus et subtilis
Novo mundo reserat
Faciem Aprilis
Ad amorem properat
Animus herilis
Et iocundis imperat
Deus puerilis

Ama me fideliter
Fidem meam nota
De corde totaliter
Et Ex mente tota

Rerum tanta novitas
In sollemni vere
Et veris auctoritas
lubet nos gaudere
Vices prebet solitas
Et in tuo vere
Fides est et probitas
Tuum retinere

Ama me fideliter
Fidem meam nota
De corde totaliter
Et Ex mente tota

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I tried it and when I was done it wasn't even close to the translation given here:
http://www.letssingit.com/in-extremo...t-6hvsgf7.html

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Originally posted by Tom Frohman
I tried it and when I was done it wasn't even close to the translation given here:
http://www.letssingit.com/in-extremo...t-6hvsgf7.html

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how the **** are you doing this? I sat at least 1 hour in front of google and searched for that translation ... and you find it? Come on' tell me how long did it take so find it? I'm kind of fustrated now ... *hehe* ...

;)

p.s.: do not take this post seriously ;)

VOGON POETRY WARNING!
Some song parodies about the family dogs:


(Stayin Alive)
Oh you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm the Good Boy Floyd, no time to talk.
If you see squirrels or your tail curls
you're a Good Boy Floyd with lots of girls.
You know
it's time to wag and time to bark
and eat up supper like a shark
and chew a toy or sniff a bone
or eat a milkbone ice cream cone.
See Rosie shaking and Casey is baking
and we're runnin the fence, runnin the fence.
Ollie is markin and the boxers are barkin
and we're runnin the fence, runnin the fence.
Bark - Bark - Bark - Bark
runnin the fence, runnin the fence
Bark - Bark - Bark - Bark
runnin the feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeence


(bicycle built for two)
Casey, Casey,
give me your answer do.
I'm half crazy
trying to walk with you.
You pull to the right
and sniff a log
you pull to the left
and poke a frog.
Don't you look sweet
so here's a treat,
for being the perfect dog.


(man on the flying trapeze)
Casey would bark
at the neighborhood cats
but the cat got away.
She'd bark at the door,
then she'd tear cross the floor
but the cat got away.
Her tail was a quiver
then she'd start to shiver,
her fur stood up straight on her spine.
She'd pull and she'd weave
like you wouldn't believe
barking 'that kitty's MINE!'

(wild thing)
Wild Thing!
You make my heart sing!
You make everything soggy!
Wild thing!
Wild thing you're drooling,
and I want a towel for sure.
Come on, gimme paw,
you sniffed me!
Wild thing, I think you're chewing,
have you got a squeaker or a bone?
Come on, gimme the ball,
you buried it!
Wild thing! You make my heart sing!
You make everything soggy!
Wild thing!

(we are the champions)
We are the puppies
We are the puppies
no time for kitties
cause we are the puppies
of the park!

I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill,
It sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
It sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed its very trilling,
brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window
And crushed its ****ing head.

The morale:
I'm not a morning person.

Society failed to tolerate me
And I have failed to tolerate society
Still I can't find what you adore
Inside I hear the echoes of an inner war
And nothing can take the horror from me
Your sick world, the loss of morality
My hate has grown as strong as my confusion
My only hope my only solution
Is a Violent Revolution

I do not need a cause for my rage
I just despise the nature of the human race
When all I see is repulsion and hate
Violence becomes my only friend, my saving grace
When love is lost, beyound your control
A pale shadow of lust cannot enlite your soul
So keep your eyes on cold bitter illusion
I don't need your empty world
Because my only solution is Violent Revolution
Beauty is no more - Its all gone
And utopia will not come

blah blah

Souldog, as always, really nice to me.
I really like it...true!

I like this piece of poetry :

Sitting on a wall,
All alone,
Writing a poem,
Was a programmer.
Who couldn't rhyme.
Or write poetry which didn't start going on about overlapped operations.
Or Threading.
Or Subclassing.
TheEnd.

Darwen.