Newsgroup: it.cultura.linguistica.inglese
Titolo: "Poesia", ovvero "Visto che il gruppo langue..."

Visto che il gruppo langue, vi propongo qualche nota poesia. In inglese,
s'intende.-----Oh, yesthere are worse things thanbeing alonebut it often
takes decadesto realize thisand most oftenwhen you doit's too lateand
there's nothing worsethantoo late.     Charles Bukowski-----How do I love
thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal
Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and
candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee
purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In
my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I
seemed to lose With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles,
tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better
after death.                                     Elizabeth Barrett
Browning-----Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely
and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And
summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometimes too hot the eye of
heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And fair from fair
sometime declines, By chance of nature's changing course untrimm'd: But thy
eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to
time thou grow'st; So long as men can breath or eyes can see, So long lives
this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare-----DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,For, those, whom thou think'st,
thou dost overthrow,Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From
rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,Much pleasure, then from thee,
much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,Rest of their
bones, and soules deliverie.Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and
desperate men,And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,And poppie,
or charmes can make us sleepe as well,And better then thy stroake; why
swell'st thou then;One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,And death shall
be no more; death, thou shalt die. John Donneletta da John Gielgud:
http://www.elycia-webdesign.com/music/Death.ram-----Ciao
, FB

 s'intende.
Che schifo! E' un casino!
Ciao, FB

 
L'importante e' che devi ripostare (legibilmente) ASAP.
Forza, su: c'ho la voglia di vedere subito se leggero' le parole di un
genio.    :)
Sul serio l"ASAP.
-- 
"The past resembles the future as water resembles water"  Ibn Khaldun
My .
mac.com
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If you wish to email me, try alan dot lothian at blueyonder dot co dot uk

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oh, yes
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.
Charles Bukowski
---
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
---
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance of nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
---
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,          5
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,   10
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
John Donne
letta da John Gielgud: 
http://www.elycia-webdesign.com/music/Death.ram
---
Come ho detto, sono proprio note.
Ciao, FB

 John Donne
Sembra che sia funzionato.
Ciao, FB

On Mon, 04 Aug 2003 23:14:39 GMT, "FB" wrote:
[poesie]
Anch'io, anch'io!
Poi, però, facciamo anche il thread sulle barzellette, in inglese.
Insomma, ok, viva le poesie, però è estate e le barzellette ci stanno
bene. :)
Torniamo seri.
When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still.
"Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down
And the dews of the night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies."
"No, no, let us play, for it yet day
And we cannot go to spleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly
And the hills are all cover'd with sheep"
"Well, well, go and play till the lights fades away
And then go home to bed"
The little ones leaped and shouted and laugh'd
And all the hills echoed.
				(Nurse's Song)
				Song of Innocence
				William Blake
When the voice of children are heard on the green
And whisp'rings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise;
Your spring and your day are wasted in play,
And your winter and night in disguise.
				(Nurse's Song)
				Song of Experience
				William Blake
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown
Who lies here with no stone to mark the place.
As a boy reckless and wanton,
Wandering with gun in hand through the forest
Near t he mansion of Aaron Hatfield,
I shot a hawk perched on the top
Of a dead tree.
He fell with guttural cry
At my feet, his wing broken.
Then I put him in a cage
Where he lived many days cawing angrily at me
When I offered him food.
Daily I search the realms of Hades
For the soul of the hawk,
That I may offer him the friendship
Of one whom life wounded and caged.
				(The Unkonwn)
				Spoon River Anthology
				Edgar Lee Master
Three Rings for the Elven Kings under the sky, 
Seven for the Dwarf Lords in their halls of stone, 
Nine for mortal Men, doomed to die, 
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne, 
In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie. 
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them. 
One Ring to bring them all and in darkness bind them 
In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie. 
				(Ring's Verses)
				The Lord Of The Rings
				J.R.R. Tolkien
That's it.
Sebastiano
-- 
The pen is mightier than the sword... only if the
sword is very small and the pen is very sharp.

 Sembra che sia funzionato.
Mai sentito dire in italiano. Sicuro che sia corretto?
-- 
Ciao,
Anna

 Mai sentito dire in italiano. Sicuro che sia corretto?
Alla una e venti tutto č corretto. (volevo fare la rima ma non mi č venuto
in mente niente di carino)
No, non lo č.
Ciao, FB

 No, non lo č.
Beh, perň č intransitivo... (eccetera)

 > John Donne
Mi piace Robert Frost ma è difficile trovare
pagine che non siano "autunnali/invernali":
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- 
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
(Robert Frost)
però ci metto un ottimo italiano:
ESTIVA
Distesa estate,
stagione dei densi climi
dei grandi mattini
dell'albe senza rumore
- ci si risveglia come in un acquario -
dei giorni identici, astrali,
stagione la meno dolente
d'oscuramenti e di crisi,
felicità degli spazi,
nessuna promessa terrena
può dare pace al mio cuore
quanto la certezza di sole
che dal tuo cielo trabocca,
stagione estrema, che cadi
prostrata in riposi enormi,
dài oro ai più vasti sogni,
stagione che poni la luce
a distendere il tempo
di là dai confini del giorno,
e sembri mettere a volte
nell'ordine che procede
qualche cadenza dell'indugio eterno
(Vincenzo Cardarelli)
Ciao,
Dario.
ITA

E per controbilanciare:
Totti esce dal bagno e dice alla ragazza:
-" ahhhh Ilary, me so' fatto proprio una bella cacata!!!!!!!"
e lei: " Chicco non essere volgare, si dice 'feci'"
e lui :" vabbe', ahhh Ilary, feci proprio una bella cacata!!! "
Ciao,
Dario.
ITA

 Beh, pero` e` intransitivo... (eccetera)
Non tutti i verbi intransitivi ammettono l'ausiliare "essere".
Alcuni vogliono "avere".   
"Ha funzionato." - SI'!
"E' funzionato." - NO! (qualche volta l'ho sentito, ma suona male; i
dizionari che ho consultato, De Mauro e Garzanti, non lo prevedono)
Altri richiedono "essere".
"Sono venuto." - SI'!
"Ho venuto." - NO! 
Altri ancora ammettono entrambi, anche se alcune forme sono migliori
di altre o da utilizzare solo in determinati casi.
"Ha piovuto tutto il giorno" - SI'! (anche se gia` immagino che
qualcuno avra` da ridire)
"E' piovuto poco." - SI'!  (forma classica, considerata migliore)
"Sono piovute dal cielo una serie di disgrazie." SI'!
"Hanno piovuto dal cielo una serie di disgrazie." NO!
Alcuni verbi intransitivi possono avere un doppio significato,
intransitivo con "essere" e transitivo con "avere".
"Il mio gatto e` annegato!" (intrans.) - SI'
"Hanno annegato il mio gatto!" (trans.) - SI'
I verbi transitivi vogliono sempre "avere"
"Ho scritto una email." - SI'!
"Sono scritto una email." NO!
 
Correggetemi se sbaglio :) 
-- 
Enrico C
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 "Hanno annegato il mio gatto!" (trans.) - SI'
Qui l'ausiliare dipende solo dal fatto che la prima frase è passiva, la
seconda attiva.
Ciao, FB

 seconda attiva.
No, č attiva anche la prima (almeno nel senso in cui la intendeva Enrico). 
Max

 seconda attiva.
No, non "e` stato annegato".
"Attento, che anneghi!" (intransitivo)
"Il poveretto e` annegato."  (intransitivo)
"Il mio gatto e` stato annegato da due balordi." (transitivo passivo)
"Due balordi hanno annegato il mio gatto." (transitivo attivo)


 No, e` attiva anche la prima (almeno nel senso in cui la intendeva Enrico). 
Ovviamente, in una frase diversa, "e` annegato" puo` anche essere una
forma passiva, con il significato di "viene annegato".
"Molti gattini indesiderati sono annegati dai loro padroni!".


 No, non "e` stato annegato".
Mi confusi.
Ciao, FB

 però ci metto un ottimo italiano:
Entrambe stu-pen-de.
Ciao, FB