Come!
Lovely fisher maiden,
guide your boat to the shore;
come and sit beside me,
and hand in hand we shall talk of love.
Lay your sweet head on my heart
and do not be too afraid;
for each day you trust yourself fearlessly
to the turbulent sea.
My heart is just like the sea,
it has its storms, its ebbs and its flows:
and many a lovely pearl
rests in its depths.
Come, come!
Lovely fisher maiden, come, come,
hand in hand we shall talk of love.
Come, come, come!
Lovely fisher girl,
can you see the evening star?
Come to the silent hut;
who loves is happy in solitude.
Shackle
your wild, defiant spirit;
as gently as the rose-tinted wave
guide it to peace.
Out there, on the sea,
(.....BJORNSTJERNE BJORNSON.....)
(To all my friends of NK'98: My best! Be grateful that you can recall this poem and the memory we had in the poetry class. Still remember the A, B, C, D, and even E we got for the total score at the end of the semester? Some of us tried hard to get the reason for their D and E by coming to the lecturer, but the answer was a must to attend another poetry class a year later. Whatever the reason for the grade, SHE, the lecturer, had linked us to several of the very famous classical poetries written by poets of the world. Miss u all guys....)
(Willemsweg, Friday, December 4, 2009 at 2:29am)
Lovely fisher maiden,
guide your boat to the shore;
come and sit beside me,
and hand in hand we shall talk of love.
Lay your sweet head on my heart
and do not be too afraid;
for each day you trust yourself fearlessly
to the turbulent sea.
My heart is just like the sea,
it has its storms, its ebbs and its flows:
and many a lovely pearl
rests in its depths.
Come, come!
Lovely fisher maiden, come, come,
hand in hand we shall talk of love.
Come, come, come!
Lovely fisher girl,
can you see the evening star?
Come to the silent hut;
who loves is happy in solitude.
Shackle
your wild, defiant spirit;
as gently as the rose-tinted wave
guide it to peace.
Out there, on the sea,
(.....BJORNSTJERNE BJORNSON.....)
(To all my friends of NK'98: My best! Be grateful that you can recall this poem and the memory we had in the poetry class. Still remember the A, B, C, D, and even E we got for the total score at the end of the semester? Some of us tried hard to get the reason for their D and E by coming to the lecturer, but the answer was a must to attend another poetry class a year later. Whatever the reason for the grade, SHE, the lecturer, had linked us to several of the very famous classical poetries written by poets of the world. Miss u all guys....)
(Willemsweg, Friday, December 4, 2009 at 2:29am)
Comments
Post a Comment