Málfríður - 15.09.1995, Page 28

Ljóðapúsl
Fire and ice
Some say the world will end in __,
Some say in ice.
From what I have tasted of_______
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish__________,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction______,
Is also great and would suffice.
(fire desire twice ice)
Robert Frost
A poison tree
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did_____.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did_______.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my_________;
And I sunned it with______________,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld its_____________
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden________________
When the night had veiled the pole:
In the morning glad I_____________
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
(end grow tears smiles shine stole see)
William Btake
THIS IS JUST TO SAY/AND WHICH /
FORGIVE ME AND SO COLD / THAT
WERE IN / I HAVE EATEN / THE ICE-
BOX THEY WERE DELICIOUS / THE
PLUMS / YOU WERE PROBABLY SAV-
ING / SO SWEET / FOR BREAKFAST.
THISIS JUST TO SAY
THIS IS JUST TO SAY
I HAVE EATEN THE PLUMS
THAT WERE IN THE ICEBOX
AND WHICH YOU WERE PROBABLY
SAVING FOR BREAKFAST
FORGIVE ME
THEY WERE DELICIOUS
SO SWEET
AND SO COLD
William Carlos Wiliiams
Ljóðagerð
Another day over:
Black fingers play saxophone
Brief cases march on.
Anon.
Haiku
The bride waits beneath
The cherry tree’s wild blossom
Before the serious church.
Graham Piper
When I am an old
And I shall
And ------
I shall --
And ------
And ------
And ------
I shall --
And ------
And ------
Limerick
There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said “Does it buzz?“
He replied, “Yes, it does!
It’s a regular brute of a Bee!“
Anon.
You can
Or -
And
But now
And ----
And ----
We must
But maybe
So-------
When
Warning
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
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