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What feeling do I borrow?
By Melody Angel
Sometimes I am happy Sometimes I am sad I can feel my heart telling me I feel bad
First I’m up there Now I’m down here I’m holding my fear But it’s hard to bear
What I sing to day is what I feel tomorrow I can hear my thoughts (Says) ‘What am I to borrow?’
My feelings change Nearly every minute I can feel my heart Still holding fear in it
Melody Angel 27 September 2004 (From “The Grand Piano”)
Nguyên Văn Tiếng Anh: Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round Or listened to the rain Lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You’d better slow down Don’t dance so fast Time is short The music won’t last Do you run through each day on the fly When you ask “How are you?” Do you hear the reply? When the day is done, Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You’d better slow down Don’t dance so fast Time is short The music won’t last Ever told your child, We’ll do it tomorrow And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die ‘Cause you never had time To call and say “Hi”? You’d better slow down Don’t dance so fast Time is short The music won’t last When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift… Thrown away… Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over. Tựa và tác giả của bài thơ tiếng Anh không rõ lắm. Có email cho biết bài thơ là do chính một bé gái bị bệnh ung thư làm khi sắp qua đời và bé gái này chưa học xong trung học. Em chỉ còn sống khoảng 6 tháng, và ước nguyện cuối cùng của em là chuyền bài thơ này đến mọi người để khuyên mọi người hãy sống cuộc sống của họ một cách trọn vẹn, điều mà em không thể làm được cho chính bản thân em. Có email cho biết bài thơ của bác sĩ /tiến sĩ Dennis Shields, Professor at the Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology, Albert Einstein College of Medicine of Yeshiva University, New York, USA. Cũng có nơi cho biết bài thơ là của David L Weatherford, và tựa của bài là “Slow Dance”.
FOUND
I walked in the forest So all by myself, And to search for nothing That was my intent.
In the shadow I saw A small flower standing, Shining like stars, Beautifull as tender eyes.
I wanted to pluck it, When it delicately said: Shall I to wither Be broken off?
I dug it up with all Its small roots, To the garden I brought it By the pretty house.
And once more did plant it At a quiet nook; Now it branches forever And continues to bloom.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE (1749-1832)
AUTUMN WOODS by James S. Tippett
I like the woods In autumn When dry leaves hide the ground, When the trees are bare And the wind sweeps by With a lonesome rushing sound. I can rustle the leaves In autumn And I can make a bed In the thick dry leaves That have fallen From the bare trees Overhead.
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