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Puan vermedi·208 syf.·
2023 106. kitabı
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Puan vermedi·148 syf.·
10 günde okudu
·Okunma: 30 Kasım 2023 20:49
·2023 105. kitabı
The Shark
The Shark
A treacherous monster is the Shark, He never makes the least remark.
And when he sees you on the sand, He doesn't seem to want to land.
He watches you take off your clothes, And not the least excitement shows.
His eyes do not grow bright or roll, He has astounding self-control.
He waits till you are quite undrest, And seems to take no interest.
And when towards the sea you leap, He looks as if he were asleep.
But when you once get in his range, His whole demeanour seems to change.
He throws his body right about, And his true character comes out.
It's no use crying or appealing, He seems to lose all decent feeling.
After this warning you will wish To keep clear of this treacherous fish.
His back is black, his stomach white, He has a very dangerous bite.
Radio
Here is another dream, another forgetting, another doorway:
Sound, to drown the sting of the rain on the pane and the sough of the wind
And the sound of the sea:
Sound, like feathers, to muffle the sound of silence
And the beat of the heart:
Sound, to go with you, through the valley of the shadow in the dashboard of the shining car:
The comfortable voice of the announcer purring the ruin of kingdoms,
The fall of cities and the fall of wickets, The random dead and the New Year knights:
Sound like a sea to conceal the bone, the broken shell, the broken ship.
Drummer Hodge
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined-just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt around; And foreign constellations west Each night above his mound.
Young Hodge the Drummer never knew- Fresh from his Wessex home- The meaning of the broad Karoo, The Bush, the dusty loam, And why uprose to nightly view Strange stars amid the gloam.
Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow to some Southern tree, And strange-eyed constellations reign His stars eternally.