Hi there,


Yesterday, I was listening to some music (Sibelius songs), and found the lyrics
of one song totally appropriate for tweeters.

It is a poem from J.L. Runeberg, a poet from Scandinavia (I'm not sure about the
country).

The title is "But my bird is nowhere to be seen (J.L. Runeberg)

Already the swan is mirrored in the bay,
the white wings of the golden-eye whir,
the lark trills high in the heavens,
the curlew's cry echoes over the fens --
spring is assembling its hordes,
reclaiming its flocks of birds,
awaiting them with warmth and sunshine,
luring them back with long days.

And I, poor girl, am filled with longing
I try to dispel the dark sense of loss,
to nurture the warmth in my heart,
to be as friendly as the spring,
as light as a summer day.
And I rejoice, though sorrow gnaws,
smile, though a tear springs to my eye.
But my bird is nowhere to be seen.


Of course, in the original, the character is a lonely heart.
But I find that one could change the title to "the lament of the failed lister"
and the meaning is still preserved (well, somewhat altered :-)

Thought I would share with you...


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The Comet cometh, Gromit gromith.
Serge Le Huitouze Intelligent Software Group
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