Luotijuna
suurvaltio rei'itt lippusi sarvillaan,
kerskuu valloituksillaan ja arvillaan
hnelle on ensimmisess luokassa hkki,
jossa nukkuu pns alla synnin musta skki.
hn on kuten juopot ovat yleenskin, joskaan
jorinansa ei ota loppuakseen koskaan.
Ruotsi ja Ruanda lyvt nn pois silt,
jonka korttipeli ei tunnu rehdilt pelilt:
"silm silmst, hammas hampaasta, niin se on!!"
-pian koko vaunullinen, sokea ja hampaaton,
imee pilleill velli kasvoillaan hpen puna:
on miehet hiljaisia, vaan neks luotijuna.
yt piv, vsymtt, kuin riivattuna
kulkee luotijuna.
silmnkantamattomiin vain radan jlkeen rataa,
sadetta toivoville luotikuuroja sataa,
kun voipuneille viime voiteluja annetaan,
jo pikkuvaltioita jostain esiin kannetaan:
ne hierovat silmin elmns aamuna,
ja vuosituhansiin vajoaa luotijuna.
yt piv, vsymtt, kuin riivattuna
luotijuna
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Beelsebub Ei Nuku Koskaan
Joskus iden tunteina
voi varmasti sen aistia
ettei ole yksin.
Kaikki tss huoneessa
ehk' ei paljastu kerralla siis
varaudu ylltyksiin.
Ja tee mit teet,
kunhan muistat vaan.
Vanha Beelsebub ei
nuku koskaan.
Ei nuku koskaan.
Kun kiltit idin kiltit ist
kiltit lapset nukkumaan
peitelty on saateltu on
hyhen saarten satamaan.
Niin varjoista esiin ontuu
katalia kulkijoita
siis tuskin turhaan heist kukaan
tarkkailee taivaita noita.
Kun musta pilvi seurailee
yll kulkee liikahtaa
kaiken muistiin kirjoittaa
vain punakyn kiiruhtaa.
Aivan.
Niin kaupunki nukkuu
kristityn untaan
vaan vanha Beelsebub ei
nuku koskaan
Ja kuolevaiset kuten me
ilman yn unta uuvumme
yht vain uni ei paina
yksi unta valvoo aina.
Puoli vartaloa vallan
ikneidollamme on
tuolla paremmalla puolen
pihan roskalaatikon.
Naapureidensa elm
kovin rouvaa kiinnostaa
mutta jokin mys hnen
taivaltansa varjostaa.
Kun musta pilvi seurailee
yll kulkee kiinni saa
pilvest suuri nyrkki
kunnotonta kumauttaa.
Aivan.
Niin tee mit teet,
kunhan muistat vaan.
Vanha Beelsebub ei
nuku koskaan.
Ja kukapa tiet
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The Boy and the Mantle
In the third day of May,
To Carleile did come
A kind curteous child,
That cold much of wisdome.
A kirtle and a mantle
This child had uppon,
With brouches and ringes
Full richelye bedone.
He had a sute of silke
About his middle drawne;
Without he cold of curtesye,
He thought itt much shame.
"God speed thee, King Arthur,
Sitting at thy meate:
And the goodly Queene Guénever
I cannott her forgett.
"I tell you, lords, in this hall,
I hett you all to heede,
Except you be the more surer,
Is you for to dread."
He plucked out of his poterner,
And longer wold not dwell;
He pulled forth a pretty mantle,
Betweene two nut-shells.
"Have thou here, King Arthur,
Have thou heere of mee;
Give itt to thy comely queene,
Shapen as itt is alreadye.
"Itt shall never become that wiffe,
That hath once done amisse:-"
Then every knight in the kings court
Began to care for his.
Forth came dame Guénever;
To the mantle shee her hied;
The ladye shee was newfangle,
But yett shee was affrayd.
When shee had taken the mantle,
She stoode as shee had beene madd:
It was from the top to the toe
As sheeres had itt shread.
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King Estmere
Hearken to me, gentlemen,
Come and you shall heare;
He tell you of two of the boldest brethren,
That ever born y-were.
The tone of them as Adler yonge,
The tother was Kyng Estmere;
The were as bolde men in their deedes,
As any were, farr and neare.
As they were drinking ale and wine
Within Kyng Estmeres halle:
'When will ye marry a wyfe, brother,
A wyfe to gladd us all?'
Then bespake him Kyng Estmere,
And answered him hatilee
'I know not that ladye in any lande,
That is able to marry with mee.'
'Kyng Adland hath a daughter, brother,
Men call her bright and sheene;
If I were kyng here in your stead,
That ladye shold be queene.'
Sayes, 'Reade me, reade me, deare brother,
Throughout merry England,
Where we might find a messenger
Betweene us two to sende.'
Sayes, 'You shall ryde yourselfe, brother,
He beare you companee;
Many throughe fals messengers are deceived,
And I feare lest soe shold wee.'
Thus the renisht them to ryde
Of twoe good renisht steedes,
And when they came to Kyng Adlands halle,
Of red golde shone their weedes.
And when the came to Kyng Adlands halle
Before the goodlye yate,
Ther they found good Kyng Adland
Rearing himselfe theratt.
'Nowe Christ thee save, good Kyng Adland,
Nowe Christ thee save and see.'
Sayd, 'You be welcome, Kyng Estmere,
Right hartilye to mee.'
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Robin Hood And Guy Of Gisborne
When shawes been sheene, and shradds full fayre,
And leeves both large and longe,
Itt is merry, walking in the fayre forrest,
To heare the small birds songe.
The woodweele sang, and wold not cease,
Amongst the leaves a lyne:
And it is by two wight yeomen,
By deare God, that I meane.
'Me thought they did mee beate and binde,
And tooke my bow mee froe;
If I bee Robin a-live in this lande,
I'le be wrocken on both them towe.'
Sweavens are swift, master,' quoth John,
'As the wind that blowes ore a hill;
For if itt be never soe lowde this night,
To-morrow it may be still.'
'Buske yee, bowne yee, my merry men all,
For John shall goe with mee:
For I'le goe seek yond wight yeomen
In greenwood where the bee.'
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The cast on their gowne of greene,
A shooting gone are they,
Untill they came to the merry greenwood,
Where they had gladdest bee;
There were the ware of a wight yeoman,
His body leaned to a tree.
A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
Had beene many a man bane,
And he was cladd in his capull-hyde,
Topp, and tayle, and mayne.
'Stand you still, master,' quoth Litle John,
'Under this trusty tree,
And I will goe to yong wight yeomen,
To know his meaning trulye.'
'A, John, by me thou setts noe store,
And that's a farley thinge;
How offt send I my men beffore,
And tarry my-selfe behinde?
It is noe cunning a knave to ken,
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Sir Andrew Barton
The First Part
'When Flora with her fragrant flowers
Bedeckt the earth so trim and gaye,
And Neptune with his daintye showers
Came to present the monthe of Maye;
King Henrye rode to take the ayre,
Over the river of Thames past hee;
When eighty merchants of London came,
And downe they knelt upon their knee.
'O yee are welcome, rich merchants,
Good saylors, welcome unto mee.'
They swore by the rood, they were saylors good,
But rich merchants they cold not bee.
'To France nor Flanders dare we pass,
Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare;
And all for a rover that lyes on the seas,
Who robbs us of our merchant ware.'
King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde,
And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,
'I thought he had not beene in the world,
Durst have wrought England such unright.'
The merchants sighed, and said, 'Alas!'
And thus they did their answer frame;
'He is a proud Scott, that robbs on the seas,
And Sir Andrewe Barton is his name.'
The king loot over his left shoulder,
And an angrye look then looked hee;
'Have I never a lorde in all my realme,
Will feitch yond traytor unto mee?'
'Yea, that dare I,' Lord Howard sayes;
If it please your grace to give me leave,
Myselfe wil be the only man.'
'Thou art but yong,' the kyng replyed,
'Yond Scott hath numbred manye a yeare.'
'Trust me, my liege, Ile make him quail,
Or before my prince I will never appeare.'
'Then bowemen and gunners thou shalt have,
And chuse them over my realme so free;
Besides good mariners, and shipp-boyes,
To guide the great shipp on the sea.'
The first man that Lord Howard chose,
Was the ablest gunner in all the realme,
Thoughe he was threescore yeeres and ten;
Good Peter Simon was his name.
'Peter,' sais hee, 'I must to the sea,
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The Loves of the Angels
'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
Their race of glory and young Time
Told his first birth-days by the sun;
When in the light of Nature's dawn
Rejoicing, men and angels met
On the high hill and sunny lawn,-
Ere sorrow came or Sin had drawn
'Twixt man and heaven her curtain yet!
When earth lay nearer to the skies
Than in these days of crime and woe,
And mortals saw without surprise
In the mid-air angelic eyes
Gazing upon this world below.
Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!
One evening, in that primal hour,
On a hill's side where hung the ray
Of sunset brightening rill and bower,
Three noble youths conversing lay;
And, as they lookt from time to time
To the far sky where Daylight furled
His radiant wing, their brows sublime
Bespoke them of that distant world-
Spirits who once in brotherhood
Of faith and bliss near ALLA stood,
And o'er whose cheeks full oft had blown
The wind that breathes from ALLA'S throne,
Creatures of light such as still play,
Like motes in sunshine, round the Lord,
And thro' their infinite array
Transmit each moment, night and day,
The echo of His luminous word!
Of Heaven they spoke and, still more oft,
Of the bright eyes that charmed them thence;
Till yielding gradual to the soft
And balmy evening's influence-
The silent breathing of the flowers-
The melting light that beamed above,
As on their first, fond, erring hours,-
Each told the story of his love,
The history of that hour unblest,
When like a bird from its high nest
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Syyllisyys
Nyt joka ikisen aamuna piru psi pll tasapainoilee,
rntsateessa pururadalla niskavilloissa tempoilee,
ja nuoruus menee,
vanhuus tulee,
kauas kaikki muu karata saa,
vaan joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
palaa syyllisyys.
Joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
palaa syyllisyys.
Ja pyyt syyllisyys:
"tule tnne synnin suden luo,
syyllisyyden musta malja juo."
"Ei, en tule, pahasta puhdas oon!"
"Siisp puhallan ja puhkun itsetuntosi kumoon."
Tarhan pihamaalla pienokainen.
Kovin viaton,
rknokkainen,
kiikkuu
eik aavistaa saata,
kuinka suuri voima liikkuu,
nurkan takaa sinua tarkkailee tuo
ja mustaa maalia juo.
Se tulee tuttavaksi tnn,
et toisin ptt vois.
Se ptt, milloin tulee,
eik lhde pois.
Nurkkiin nukkumaan kipuaa,
mustaa maalipurkkia kuljettaa,
ja juuri kun kaikki oli, kuten pitikin olla
se suhersi seinn: mitp nolla?
Nyt joka ikisen aamuna piru psi pll tasapainoilee,
rntsateessa pururadalla niskavilloissa tempoilee,
ja nuoruus menee,
vanhuus tulee,
kauas kaikki muu karata saa,
vaan joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
palaa syyllisyys.
Joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
palaa syyllisyys.
Joka talvi, kevt, kes, syys
pyyt syyllisyys.
"tule tnne synnin suden luo,
syyllisyyden musta malja juo."
"Ei, en tule, pahasta puhdas oon!"
"Siisp puhallan ja puhkun itsetuntosi kumoon."
Sill syyllisyys kuuliaista rakastaa,
se voimaa vammoistamme ammentaa,
pian niist pes rakentaa:
viereen tuvan
valmistuvan jo nen
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The Beggar's Daughter of Bednall-Green
Part the First
Itt was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight,
He had a faire daughter of bewty most bright;
And many a gallant brave suiter had shee,
For none was soe comelye as pretty Bessee.
And though shee was of favor most faire,
Yett seing shee was but a poor beggars heyre,
Of ancyent housekeepers despised was shee,
Whose sonnes came as suitors to prettye Bessee.
Wherefore in great sorrow faire Bessy did say,
'Good father, and mother, let me goe away
To seeke out my fortune, whatever itt bee.'
This suite then they granted to prettye Bessee.
Then Bessy, that was of bewtye soe bright,
All cladd in gray russett, and late in the night
From father and mother alone parted shee,
Who sighed and sobbed for prettye Bessee.
Shee went till shee came to Stratford-le-Bow,
Then knew shee not whither, nor which way to goe;
With teares shee lamented her hard destinie,
So sadd and soe heavy was pretty Bessee.
Shee kept on her journey untill it was day,
And went unto Rumford along the hye way;
Where at the Queenes Armes entertained was shee,
Soe faire and wel favoured was pretty Bessee.
Shee had not beene there a month to an end,
But master and mistres and all was her friend;
And every brave gallant that once did her see
Was straight-way enamoured of pretty Bessee.
Great gifts they did send her of silver and gold,
And in their songs daylye her love was extold;
Her beawtye was blazed in every degree,
Soe faire and soe comelye was pretty Bessee.
The young men of Rumford in her had their joy;
Shee shewed herself courteous, and modestlye coye,
And at her commandment still wold they bee,
Soe fayre and so comelye was pretty Bessee.
Foure suitors att once unto her did goe,
They craved her favor, but still she sayd noe;
'I wild not wish gentles to marry with mee,-'
Yett ever they honored pretty Bessee.
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The Old Cloak
This winters weather itt waxeth cold,
And frost doth freese on every hill,
And Boreas blowes his blasts soe bold
That all our cattell are like to spill.
Bell my wife, who loves noe strife,
She sayd unto my quietlye,
'Rise up, and save cow Crumbockes liffe,
Man, put thine old cloake about thee.'
He.
'O Bell, why dost thou flyte, 'and scorne?'
Thou kenst my cloake is very thine;
Itt is soe are and overworne,
A cricke he theron cannot runn:
Then Ile noe longer borrowe nor lend,
'For once He new appareld bee,
To-morrow He to towne and spend,'
For Ile have a new cloake about mee.'
She.
'Cow Crumbocke is a very good cowe,
She ha beene alwayes true to the payle,
Shee has helpt us to butter and cheese, I trow,
And other things shee will not fayle;
I wold be loth to see her pine;
Good husband, councell take of mee,
It is not for us to go soe fine,
Man, take thine old cloake about thee.'
He.
'My cloake it was a verry good cloake,
Itt hath been alwayes true to the weare,
But now it is not worth a groat,
I have had it for four and forty yeere;
Sometime itt was of cloth in graine,
'Tis now but a sigh clout as you may see;
It will neither hold out winde nor raine:
And Ile have a new cloake about mee.'
She.
'It is four and fortye yeeres agoe
Since the one of us the other did ken,
And we have had betwixt us towe,
Of children either nine or ten;
Wee have brought them up to women and men
In the feare of God I trow they bee;
And why wilt thou thyself mistaken?
Man, take thine old cloake about thee.'
He.
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Ihmisoikeuksien Julistus
Tm vki tss tuskin pataan sylkee koskaan.
Puhuvatpa sujuvasti esteettist roskaa!
Onko tm komedia? Saako tss nauraa?
Palvellako isnt vai tytrtns Lauraa?
Mit min sanon, kun ne joskus jotain kysyy?
Kai trkeint on, ett edes typaikka pysyy
Miten istuu pukuni, tai puhe, jota nnn?
Mithn ne puhuvat kun selkni knnn?
Yksi ni huutaa: kenen vuoksi tt jatkat?
Haistatetaan pitkt otetaan hatkat!
Tahdotko todella olla rahamiehen renki?
Jaakobin painissa tnn aine vastaan henki.
Mietin miksi nit mietin
kun kerran el, kai elkin vois?
Jos antaisi sen maineen menn,
ottaisi sen elmnvietin ja elelisi pois.
En vlit en kunniasta,
en mammonasta, en muotirteist
Otan sen mik annetaan
Paratiisikin on lupaus vaan
ja min tahdon kteist
Siksi ovat unelmanne niin kovin kaukaisia
ja kytksen kultainen kirja paskapaperia.
Tm on ihmisoikeuksien julistus
sen ovat siunanneet YK ja Kristus.
Jokaisen sielussa saakoon hel
sisisen elimen kyky nauttia ja el!
Sielussa hel halu el.
Taistelevat metsot ykkrivt sielu jss.
Kaikilla on ihan liikaa ajatuksia pss.
Maailmassanne on aina seinn pern sein.
Min kaipaan happea ja puutahein.
Eip ole tmn pallon pll
mitn mestareita tai jumalaa,
kun antaa vain sen maineen menn,
etsii sit elmnvietti
ja hyv humalaa
Se on parasta elm, ja kaikki siit pit!
Jos joku onneton ei pid, niin ei voi mitn.
Tm on ihmisoikeuksien julistus
sen ovat siunanneet YK ja Kristus.
Jokaisen sielussa saakoon hel
sisisen elimen kyky nauttia ja el!
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Homo Sapiens
Herra haki tanssiin; haki rouvaa ja pian taksi haki
humalaisen parin, vei sen rouvan asuntoon...
He maksoivat ja poistuivat ja vapautuivat vaatteistaan -
herra upotti kultahampaan rouvan pakaraan.
Se rouva haki hamettaan, kun kotiin sattui palamaan
kaukaisilta matkoiltaan sen rouvan vihitty herra...
... Se herra haki haulikon, ja alastoman gigolon
naamaa painaa nurmikkoon: " Nyt suutelet multaa...
tai suutelet tulta!"
Ja aivan kuten konkarit kiikkuvat kiikkutuoleissaan ovat kiinnostuneita
tuumoreistaan... Tuumoreistaan, proteeseistaan, virtsanpidtysvaikeuksistaan
niin samoin tuntee vedon typeryyksien tekoon homo sapiens.
Homo sapiens nlnhdn is ollut on, on ja oleva on.
Ja toisten kaltaistensa syminen sen tyn...
Herra olkoon teidn kanssanne
tn yn.
Herra on hpe itselleen, mutta hvet ei ymmrr
et ymmrr siis paljoakaan mutta ymmrr tm:
Voi olla, ett herraa pian viedn pikku kvelylle...
Voi olla, ett herra voi pian ripotella
tuhkaa ylleen.
Ja aivan kuten konkarit kiikkuvat kiikkutuoleissaan ovat kiinnostuneita
tuumoreistaan... Tuumoreistaan, proteeseistaan, virtsanpidtysvaikeuksistaan
niin samoin tuntee vedon typeryyksien tekoon homo sapiens.
Homo sapiens nlnhdn is ollut on, on ja oleva on.
Kuka tietmttmyyttn, kuka typeryyttn,
kuka hyvyyttn, kuka tyn...
Herra olkoon teidn kanssanne
tn yn.
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Something You Said
M. lunn/a. gorrie
I didnt stand a chance
I heard a voice within
With just a passing glance
You made the walls cave in
You were gone baby, without a word
I got the message loud and clear
Couldnt help but hear
As you were walkin away
It was somethin you said...
Now I wake up in the night
Strange things in my head
Oh, you did it with your eyes
It musta been something
Musta been something you said
So say it again
Im just delirious
Caught in a waking dream
Did you mean what you said
An did you say what you mean
Mere words - fade away
You had a language I couldnt miss
It was on your lips, but
You didnt get me that way
It was something you said
Now I wake up in the night
Strange things in my head
Oh, you did it with your eyes
It musta been something
Musta been something you said
So say it again
In the middle of the night
All alone in my bed
It was nothin you could write
It musta been something
Musta been something you said
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Kaunis Peto
Voo-ou-vo-o X 6
Kymmenet kynttilt
varjoillamme leikkii
samettiverhon lailla ilta laskeutuu
l riisu kokonaan
meill on y aikaa
tutkia ja kokeilla
milt rakkaus maistuu
ooo-ooo-ooh
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
aa-ha-aa-ha-aa-a-aa-a-aa-a-aa-aa-aa-aah
m olen suklaata
s tiedt sulan kohdan
s hidastat
ja aallon takaisin s otat
kun aamu sarastaa verhojen takaa
kuulen sateen valuvan plle aamukasteen jeeiiijeeee
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
s kehrt hiljaa
pyritt mua niinkuin lankaker
aa-ha-aa-ha-aaha-aaha-aaha-aa-aa-aa-aah
voo-ou-voo-o
aa-ah-aa-ah
voo-ou-voo-o
uuujeijeijeijeijeaa
voo-ou-voo-o
ah-haaha-aa-aa
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Kaunis Peto
Voo-ou-vo-o X 6
Kymmenet kynttilt
varjoillamme leikkii
samettiverhon lailla ilta laskeutuu
l riisu kokonaan
meill on y aikaa
tutkia ja kokeilla
milt rakkaus maistuu
ooo-ooo-ooh
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
aa-ha-aa-ha-aa-a-aa-a-aa-a-aa-aa-aa-aah
m olen suklaata
s tiedt sulan kohdan
s hidastat
ja aallon takaisin s otat
kun aamu sarastaa verhojen takaa
kuulen sateen valuvan plle aamukasteen jeeiiijeeee
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
voo-ou-voo-o
alla kauniin kuoren
voo-ou-voo-o
kauniin pedon tunnen
s kehrt hiljaa
pyritt mua niinkuin lankaker
aa-ha-aa-ha-aaha-aaha-aaha-aa-aa-aa-aah
voo-ou-voo-o
aa-ah-aa-ah
voo-ou-voo-o
uuujeijeijeijeijeaa
voo-ou-voo-o
ah-haaha-aa-aa
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Benedictus qui venit
Benigno numine adaequatio intellectus et rei,
Mistral anodynes my tears, sorrow distracts,
omnes enim peccaverunt et egent gloriam Dei.
Domine, age quod agis, il tuo sentiero perdei,
appetence of solitude, his apparition enacts,
Benigno numine adaequatio intellectus et rei.
Aeternum vale, benedictus qui venit, splendei;
Disruptive gust exceeds, breath he detracts,
omnes enim peccaverunt et egent gloriam Dei.
Effectual came, exorbitant slope to convey,
where my hope elevated so lonely and intact,
Benigno numine adaequatio intellectus et rei
A wraith was, so gust beseeched to display,
my lost aptitude and soul upwards extracts,
omnes enim peccaverunt et egent gloriam Dei.
The wraith lifts to cumulus, to meet halfway,
the spirit of mountain, his values retracts,
Benigno numine adaequatio intellectus et rei,
omnes enim peccaverunt et egent gloriam Dei.
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The poem is a villanelle written in Latin and English.
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Roswellin Kattilaan!
Rock'n'rollin kuningas on kuollut",
sanotaan
"on paksu mies pantu poveen maan
makaamaan"
"Rock'n'rollin kuningas on kuollut",
niin sanotaan
"on paksu mies paaden alle pantu,
maan poveen makaamaan"
ja muusat ja musiikinrakastajat
on paadelle kukkia tuoneet,
juoneet, kyynelehtineet,
viel hieman kolaa juoneet...
vaan vanha setni,
joka katosi sittemmin
kertoi kuninkaan elvn
kertoi: hn tiet paikankin,
jossa nauravan taivaan alla
(aivan) kuin laivan uivan sen nhd saa...
ja salamoina tunnetaan ne kauhat,
jotka hmment 'Roswellin kattilaa'.
siis kun viimein on hoidossa
tullit ja poliisit,
maltan viel muutaman pivn,
maltan viel muutaman yn...
sitten kassi kahisevaa,
kolajuomaa ja komea auto,
harteille hankin pyyheliinan,
uumalle plykapselivyn...
kas kuten rakas setnikin
hylkn kurjan kotimaan:
"kun Suomen olet pulkkaan saanut,
saavu 'Roswellin kattilaan'!
sill jos tahtoo tavata
hemaisevimpia neitoja
ei harhaile Helsingiss"
-hnkin kaikki nm vuodet
on ollut siell, miss
taivaan nauravan puhurin alla...
siell iti laulellaan, maljoja nostellaan,
paksuja lanteita vispataan!
nyt kun Suomen olet pulkkaan saanut,
lhde kuuluisaan 'Roswellin kattilaan'!
Roswellin kattilaan
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Concerning the Philosophers Stone. ( alchemical verse .)
.
And also with great diligence,
Thei fonde thilke Experience:
Which cleped is Alconomie,
Whereof the Silver multiplie;
Thei made, and eke the Gold also.
And for to telle howe itt is so:
Of bodies seven in Speciall,
With fowre Spirites joynt withall;
Stant the substance of this matere,
The bodies which I speke of here,
Of the Plannets ben begonne,
The Gold is titled to the Sonne:
The Moone of Silver hath hi part,
And Iron that stonde uppon Mart:
The Leed after Saturne groweth,
And Jupiter the Brasse bestoweth;
The Copper sette is to Venus:
And to his part Mercurius
Hath the Quicksilver, as it falleth,
The which after the Boke it calleth,
Is first of thilke foure named
Of Spirits, which be proclymed,
And the Spirite which is seconde,
In Sal Armoniake is founde:
The third Spirite Sulphur is,
The fourth Sewende after this,
Arcennium by name is hotte
With blowyng, and with fires hote:
In these things which I say,
Thei worchen by divers waye.
For as the Philosopher tolde,
Of Gold and Sylver thei ben holde,
Two Principall extremitees,
To which all other by degrees,
Of the mettals ben accordant,
And so through kinde resemblant:
That what man couth awaie take,
The rust, of which they waxen blake,
And And the favour of the hardnes;
Thei shulden take the likeness;
Of Gold or Silver parfectly,
Bot for to worche it sykerly;
Between the Corps and the Spirite,
Er that the Metall be parfite,
In seven forms itt is sette
Of all, and if one be lette,
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poem by John Gower
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Maa Alla Horjuu
Kylm y.
On meilt shkt poikki jlleen.
Kiroilet,
ja laulaa laskuhaitarit
kun muut parit
ravintolain iloissa illastaa.
Se hieman vituttaa.
Vaan vaikka maa alla horjuu,
niin rakkaus kuole ei.
Jos seurapiiri meidt torjuu,
jos valtatie ne vei,
m piittaa en,
jos s
horjut mun vieress
ja niin se on
ja niin sen tulee olla.
Kylm y
harhailla tyls torin laitaa.
Kaaduttiin,
revitiin turvat asfalttiin,
mut' tajuttiin:
N ruumit, jotka sielu ylle saa,
ne on kytttavaraa.
Ja vaikka maa alla horjuu,
niin rakkaus kuole ei.
Jos seurapiiri meidt torjuu,
jos valtatie ne vei,
m piittaa en,
jos s
horjut mun vieress
ja niin se on
ja niin sen tulee olla.
Kylm y,
ja kansa katso meit kieroon.
Vaan tietk,
te voitte tyls elmnne pitkitt
ja hidastaa
ja jd kauas taa!
Me emme aio jarruttaa.
Ei, vaikka maa alla horjuu,
niin rakkaus kuole ei.
Jos seurapiiri meidt torjuu,
jos valtatie ne vei,
m piittaa en,
jos s
horjut mun vieress
ja niin se on
ja niin sen tulee olla.
Niin se on
ja niin sen tulee olla.
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Hum Bom!
Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
You bomb! You bomb them!
What do we do?
You bomb! You bomb them!
What do we do?
We bomb! We bomb you!
What do we do?
You bomb! You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb? You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
Whydja bomb?
We didn't wanna bomb!
Whydja bomb?
We didn't wanna bomb!
Whydja bomb?
You didn't wanna bomb!
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poem by Allen Ginsberg
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Iloisen Kuninkaan Aikataulu
Min olin uskottu mies.
nist ihmeiden aikojen pivist kirjaa pidin
varhaisin aamuin,
myhisin illoin.
kuin varjonaan kuljin,
kirjaten, kuka hopeaan hukutetaan,
kuka juustopataan,
kuka taas kepiniskuihin ja milloin.
parvekkeella illastin kanssaan,
katsellen, kun taivaanrannassa
hohti ihmeellinen valo...
olivatko ne todellakin
revontulia paratiisin
vaiko sittenkin
pkaupungin palo?
joskus iltapivaikaan
kuningas nousee pivn uuteen:
hnet hereille laulaa
hehkuposki-kerubikuoro.
ja pilvet pakenevat,
hn nauttii aamiaisen sngyss
hierojien huomassa,
kunnes onkin jo viinin vuoro...
sen merkeiss piv joutuu yksi,
ja seurue ker tarpeitaan
siirtykseen ulos, jossa
puutarhoissa keijut soittaa
huilujaan, harppujaan:
on bakkanaalit
lehmuston varjoissa...
silloin kuningas ymmrt kansan onnen:
oi onnea jakamatonta, jonka
kuningas kansalleen lahjoittaa
oi onnea kansan, joka saa
kuningastaan rakastaa!
joskus kyllstyessn
juominkeihin, kesken leikin
kuninkaalliset kdet pesee
kultamaljassa, viiniss valellen,
kuivaa ne palvelustytn vahvaan tukkaan,
kun samalla
alla kuninkaan pitelee
pottaa poika alaston, palellen...
.taas kuljeskelee piv yksi,
ja seurue ker tarpeitaan
siirtykseen ulos, jossa
puutarhoissa enkelitkin
keralla keijujen soittavat:
onnen puistossa,
lehmuston varjoissa...
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