Noen som kan et engelsk dikt?

[sluffy]

Jeg skal framføre et engelsk dikt på skolen og lurte på om det var noen her som kunne et bra et?

[Ni kon]

du kan jo bruke dette:

 

http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html

 

Et av verdens desidert mest kjente dikt.

[Thlom]

Hadda Been Playin' on the Jukebox - Allen Ginsberg

 

It had to be flashin' like the daily double

It had to be playin' on TV

It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour

It had to be announced over loud speakers

 

The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots

 

It had to be said in old ladies' language

It had to be said in American headlines

Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents

Rich bankers with criminal connections

Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a

big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida

And it had to be said with a big mouth

 

It had to be moaned over factory foghorns

It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts

It had to be screamed in the kitchen

It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting

 

It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors

It had to be foghorned into New York harbor

It had to echo onto hard hats

It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms

 

It had to be written in library books, footnoted

It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde

It had to be barked on TV

It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors

 

It had to be played on wire services

It had to be bells ringing

Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas

 

It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate

mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,

reported Time magazine

 

It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,

Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines

 

It had to be dope cops in the Mafia

Who sold all their heroin in America

 

It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together

in cahoots against the commies

 

It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers

A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money

 

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together

They were bigger than Nixon

And they were bigger than war

 

It had to be a large room full of murder

It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage

A red hot pen

A scream in the back of the throat

 

It had to be a kid that can breathe

It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth

It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia

It had to be organized crime

 

One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

 

Hitmen

Murderers everywhere

 

The secret

The drunk

The brutal

The dirty rich

 

On top of a slag heap of prisons

Industrial cancer

Plutonium smog

Garbage cities

 

Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment

 

It had to be the rulers

They wanted law and order

And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo

 

They wanted junkies

They wanted Attica

They wanted Kent State

They wanted war in Indochina

 

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI

 

Multinational capitalists

Strong armed squads

Private detective agencies for the rich

And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes

 

It had to be capitalism

The vortex of this rage

This competition

Man to man

 

The horses head in a capitalists' bed

The Cuban turf

It rumbles in hitmen

And gang wars across oceans

 

Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots

manned Egyptian fighter planes

 

Chiles' red democracy

Bumped off with White House pots and pans

 

A warning to Mediterranean governments

 

The secret police have been embraced for decades

 

The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets

The OGBU and DIA never hit their own

The KGB and the FBI are one mind

 

Brute force and full of money

Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

 

It had to be rich and it had to be powerful

They had to murder in Indonesia 500000

They had to murder in Indochina 2000000

They had to murder in Czechoslovakia

They had to murder in Chile

They had to murder in Russia

 

And they had to murder in America

[Jørgen Sørheim]

"Stopping by woods on a snowy evening" er definitivt mitt favoritt-dikt.

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 

My little horse must think it's queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

 

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there's some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

 

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

 

by Robert Frost

[Suppelars2k]

American eyes, american eyes

View the world from american eyes

bury the past, rob us blind

And leave nothing behind.

 

No Shelter - RATM

[Thlom]

Og her er hele teksten:

The main attraction, distraction

got ya number than number than numb

Empty ya pockets son, they got you thinkin that

What ya need is what they sellin

Make you think that buyin is rebellin

From the theaters to malls on every shore

The thin line between entertainment and war

The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here

Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far

Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred

Memories erased, burned and scarred

Trade in ya history for a VCR

 

Cinema, simulated life, ill drama

Fourth Reich culture, Americana

Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for

The thin line between entertainment and war

 

There be no shelter here

The frontline is everywhere

 

Hospitals not profit full

Yet market bulls got pockets full

To advertise some hip disguise

View tha world from American eyes

Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more

Tha thin line between entertainment and war

They fix the need, develop the taste

Buy their products or get laid to waste

Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon

And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on

Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler

To keep ya eyes off the real killer

 

Cinema, simulated life, ill drama

Fourth Reich culture, Americana

Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for

Tha thin line between entertainment and war

 

American eyes, American eyes....

View the world from American eyes

Bury the past, rob us blind

And leave nothin behind

 

Just stare

 

Relive the nightmare

[Jørgen Sørheim]

Dikt, ikke sanger. Forskjellen er tilstede.

[Thlom]

yup.

[sluffy]

Ingen flere som har noen, de trenger ikke å være like lange som "The Raven", funker også med ikke så alt for korte..

 

Har funnet ut at dikt kan være litt kult, så drit i at det skal passe i en skole-sammenheng (noe dokkar sansynligvis allerede har gjort) og post gode-meningsfulle dikt

 

 

Edit: Måtte legge til litt til, og rette mine vanlige skriveleifer

Endret 9. desember 2003 av sluffy

[Vooon]

Dette er det desidert råeste diktet jeg har lest:

 

JABBERWOCKY

 

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

 

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

 

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

 

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

 

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

He chortled in his joy.

 

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

[Ni kon]

Regner med at du er gutt.

 

Da er dette en sikker vinner:

 

http://www.greatest-love-poems.com/shakesp...ompare_thee.htm

 

Damene vil bli imponerte, og det vil lærer'n også

 

Innled gjerne med kort info om Shakespear. Se damene inn øyenen mens du fremfører. Garantert suksess

 

Edit: si fra hvis du trenger hjelp til tolking av dette diktet. Eller søk litt på nettet. Dette er en av verdens mest kjente love poems

Endret 10. desember 2003 av oivind_dahle

[sluffy]

Det høres ut som du har tolket det før, så hvis du har lyst å legge noe ut her hadde det vært helt supert...