We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw.Alas!
Our dried voices,when we whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour
Paralysed force, gesture without motion
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death s other kingdom
Remember us _ if at all_ not as lost
violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw.Alas!
Our dried voices,when we whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour
Paralysed force, gesture without motion
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death s other kingdom
Remember us _ if at all_ not as lost
violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
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Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In deaths dream kingdom
Those do not appear.
There the eyes are:
Sunlight on a broken column
There,is a tree swing ing
And the voices are, in the wind s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In deaths dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field.
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer ___
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom.
In deaths dream kingdom
Those do not appear.
There the eyes are:
Sunlight on a broken column
There,is a tree swing ing
And the voices are, in the wind s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In deaths dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field.
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer ___
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom.
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This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star
It is like this
In death s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star
It is like this
In death s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
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The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of deaths twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of deaths twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
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Not with a bang but a whimper.
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Not with a bang but a whimper.
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Tako si dolgocasno in bedasto, da je plankton pametnejsi od tebe, predvsem pa boljsa druzba 😆
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Avtor: T.S.Eliot
Eyes I dare not meet in dreamsIn deaths dream kingdom
Those do not appear.
There the eyes are:
Sunlight on a broken column
There,is a tree swing ing
And the voices are, in the wind s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In deaths dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field.
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer ___
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom.
fantastično
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To je poezija za ljudi, ki so pravkar imeli živčni zlom, so v globoki depresiji ali razmiljajo o samomoru. Da jih potisne še globlje v depresijo.
Srečnemu človeku to ne more biti všeč.
Srečnemu človeku to ne more biti všeč.
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Za "srecne ljudi " so pa Racke.
Lalalla la , lalalala la lalalala tum tum tum tum
To jim dopade.
Lalalla la , lalalala la lalalala tum tum tum tum
To jim dopade.
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Al pa tale za "srecne ljudi
Hopsasa drajsasa pustna nedela
Lan sm biu krofov sit letos pa zela
Kje kje kje bom jemau...kje bom jemau da bom za
Cune dajal
Hopsasa drajsasa pustna nedela
Lan sm biu krofov sit letos pa zela
Kje kje kje bom jemau...kje bom jemau da bom za
Cune dajal
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Se ena z a srecne ljudi
Pa jes t pa ti pa zidana marela
Pa jest gospod pa ti guspa pa gdo bo placu fasanga
Pa jes t pa ti pa zidana marela
Pa jest gospod pa ti guspa pa gdo bo placu fasanga
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A ni zanimivo, kako se kot umetnost šteje žalost, mrak in morbidna občutljivost, vesela literatura pa se označi za manj vredno. Kot da bi bilo prikimavanje svoji in tuji bedi predpogoj, da postaneš sofisticiran ljubitelj literture.
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Kdor vesele pesmi poje
Gre po svetu lahkih nog
Ce mu kdo nastavi zanko
Ga uzene v kozji rog
Gre po svetu lahkih nog
Ce mu kdo nastavi zanko
Ga uzene v kozji rog
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Zdaj pa pojdem in zasejem
Dobro voljo pri ljudeh
V eni roki
Nosim sonce.v drugi roki
Zlati smeh
Dobro voljo pri ljudeh
V eni roki
Nosim sonce.v drugi roki
Zlati smeh
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Krasna si, bistra hci planin
Bridka v prirodni si lepoti
Ko ti kristalnih globocin
Nevihte divje srd ne moti...
Bridka v prirodni si lepoti
Ko ti kristalnih globocin
Nevihte divje srd ne moti...
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Odgovor lahko oddate kot gost. Vgrajena je časovna omejitev 30 sekund za oddajo novega sporočila.
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Kazenskega zakonika je vsak posameznik kazensko odgovoren za javno spodbujanje sovraštva, nasilja ali nestrpnosti.
09.02.2017 ob 15:06