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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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