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It will help me grow as a story writer, expanding what I use to make my stories great -----------------------------------------------
And will be greatly appreciaited! This will not earn you any extra posts, it would just be to help me grow ❤️❤️
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For school I made a series of pictures with a poem as starting point.
The poem is in dutch and written by Paul Hermans
This is not commercialy intended work.
I've tried to translate the poem, but's not that simple, so it probably sounds really strange...
translation of the part in the picture:
"Because every morning
sunlight mumbles there
under it’s breath, something about forgiveness,"
Complete poem translation:
The room breaths its shelteredness
in put away books.
in the still rolled up kite rope
the row of shells, the growth of cress
in a too small, unthinkable bed
Yet the window
a rectangle of presentness
is never of an entire sky (does not show the entire sky?)
But whom will be troubled by all this?
Because every morning
sunlight mumbles there
under it’s breath, something about forgiveness,
or are wintergardens hanging
in the twilight, or is there the rustling
of hawthorns, almost pink.
part 1: [link]
part 2: [link]
part 3: [link]
part 4: [link]
part 5: [link]
The poem is in dutch and written by Paul Hermans
This is not commercialy intended work.
I've tried to translate the poem, but's not that simple, so it probably sounds really strange...
translation of the part in the picture:
"Because every morning
sunlight mumbles there
under it’s breath, something about forgiveness,"
Complete poem translation:
The room breaths its shelteredness
in put away books.
in the still rolled up kite rope
the row of shells, the growth of cress
in a too small, unthinkable bed
Yet the window
a rectangle of presentness
is never of an entire sky (does not show the entire sky?)
But whom will be troubled by all this?
Because every morning
sunlight mumbles there
under it’s breath, something about forgiveness,
or are wintergardens hanging
in the twilight, or is there the rustling
of hawthorns, almost pink.
part 1: [link]
part 2: [link]
part 3: [link]
part 4: [link]
part 5: [link]
Image size
467x700px 212.67 KB
Make
Canon
Model
Canon EOS 30D
Shutter Speed
1/30 second
Aperture
F/13.0
Focal Length
46 mm
ISO Speed
320
Date Taken
Apr 21, 2008, 1:52:21 PM
Sensor Size
2mm
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oooh nice poem 
