very Beautiful this topic!
*.For you.*
"When you you feel will you cry, of not cry. Call he can me that I cry will be you.
When you you feel will you smile, inform you me That I eats you we two you smile to together.
When you you feel will you love call, me, That I eats you love you.
When you not you need lives than me, inform me, That simply I will go even only, thinking about you."
'karole'
Poem Posts for the Poetic
Re: Poem Posts for the Poetic
What madness is this?
What world is this?
Where is Jesus?
Each place a place, every place a rule, every rule a reason, I always respected.
What world is this?
Where is Jesus?
Each place a place, every place a rule, every rule a reason, I always respected.
Re: Poem Posts for the Poetic
As many have said in other threads, please do not use online translators to translate from your language into English. The translations are usually very poor.
karol, could you make a real translation of your poem? The one you posted is impossible to understand.
karol, could you make a real translation of your poem? The one you posted is impossible to understand.
Re: Poem Posts for the Poetic
What madness is this?
What world is this?
Where is Jesus?
Each place a place, every place a rule, every rule a reason, I always respected.
What world is this?
Where is Jesus?
Each place a place, every place a rule, every rule a reason, I always respected.
Re: Poem Posts for the Poetic
Do not use Altavista or Google or any online translator. Send it to someone who speaks both languages and ask that person to translate it for you. That would be much better, I think. 
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Automatic translation programs are just good enough to get an idea of what a text in a foreign language is about.
They usually focus on the translation of technical writing.
Translating prosaic texts in a way that it can be read fluently is already beyond their competence.
Translating lyrical texts and retaining the speech patterns and symbolic meanings in them, a job which is already a hard challenge for the best human translators, is absolutely impossible for them.
They usually focus on the translation of technical writing.
Translating prosaic texts in a way that it can be read fluently is already beyond their competence.
Translating lyrical texts and retaining the speech patterns and symbolic meanings in them, a job which is already a hard challenge for the best human translators, is absolutely impossible for them.
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Re: Poem Posts for the Poetic
oh ... ok sorry for this post!
What madness is this?
What world is this?
Where is Jesus?
Each place a place, every place a rule, every rule a reason, I always respected.
What world is this?
Where is Jesus?
Each place a place, every place a rule, every rule a reason, I always respected.
Re: Poem Posts for the Poetic
You can see how good they are by translating from your language to english and back to your language from english.
Usually also ensures hilarity.
Usually also ensures hilarity.
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Re: Poem Posts for the Poetic
If you think it's a bit odd, maybe that's because it's a Australian poem.
Dawn and Sunrise in the Snowy Mountains
A few thin strips of fleecy clouds lie long
And motionless above the eastern steeps,
Like shreds of silver lace: till suddenly.
out from the flushing centre to the ends
On either hand, their lustrous layers become
Dipped all in crimson streaked with pink and gold,
And then, at last, are edged with a band
Of crystal fire. And now, even long before
The sun himself is seen, off tow'rds the west
A range of mighty summits, more and more,
Blaze, each like huge cresset, in the keen
Clear atmosphere. As if the Spirit of Light,
Advancing swiftly thence, and eastwards still,
Kept kindling them in a quick succession;-till
The universal company of cones
And pyramidal peaks, stand burning all
With rosy fires, like wide ranging circ
Of God-great altars,-and even so announce
The sun that is now, with a vast flash, is seen
pushing his rim above yon central height.
So they forth at dawn; at eve the sun,
That rose behind them as they journeyed out,
Was firing with his nether rim a range
Of unknown mountains, that like ramparts towered
Full in their front; and his last glances fell
Into gloomy forest's eastern glades
In golden gleams, like to the Angel's sword,
and flashed upon the windings of a creek
That noiseless ran betwixt the pioneers
And those new Appennines- ran, shaded o'er
With boughs of the wind willow, handing mixed
From either bank, or duskily befringed
With upwards tapering feathery swamp-oaks,
The sylvan eyelash always of remote
Australian waters.
Dawn and Sunrise in the Snowy Mountains
A few thin strips of fleecy clouds lie long
And motionless above the eastern steeps,
Like shreds of silver lace: till suddenly.
out from the flushing centre to the ends
On either hand, their lustrous layers become
Dipped all in crimson streaked with pink and gold,
And then, at last, are edged with a band
Of crystal fire. And now, even long before
The sun himself is seen, off tow'rds the west
A range of mighty summits, more and more,
Blaze, each like huge cresset, in the keen
Clear atmosphere. As if the Spirit of Light,
Advancing swiftly thence, and eastwards still,
Kept kindling them in a quick succession;-till
The universal company of cones
And pyramidal peaks, stand burning all
With rosy fires, like wide ranging circ
Of God-great altars,-and even so announce
The sun that is now, with a vast flash, is seen
pushing his rim above yon central height.
So they forth at dawn; at eve the sun,
That rose behind them as they journeyed out,
Was firing with his nether rim a range
Of unknown mountains, that like ramparts towered
Full in their front; and his last glances fell
Into gloomy forest's eastern glades
In golden gleams, like to the Angel's sword,
and flashed upon the windings of a creek
That noiseless ran betwixt the pioneers
And those new Appennines- ran, shaded o'er
With boughs of the wind willow, handing mixed
From either bank, or duskily befringed
With upwards tapering feathery swamp-oaks,
The sylvan eyelash always of remote
Australian waters.