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Lonely winter afternoon

When the heron's cry
did not echo in the mist,
did the cliffs hear it?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Echo

Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...
Everywhere I go
There's something I really need
Everyone I know
Is someone I want to be
Even though
I don't really know me
I better pick it up
Before I let it slip away
I better stick it out
Before I take another day
Into mouth
Everything I say fades out
Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...
Can I open up your eyes?
Only when the clouds break?
Can I feel the light?
Even though the world shakes
Every night,
You're my quiet satellite
Can I hold you close?
Do her out of focus
And everything I know
I don't even know this
It all falls through
I'm here and I hear you
Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Cause I need to, just to reach you
Do you hear me?
Coming clearly?
Am I hollow?
Just an echo
Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...
Echo, echo...
We come, we go-woah
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...

song performed by by Vertical Horizon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Hear The Echo by Dr. Bhupen Hazarika (Translated from Assamese)

I hear the echo
I hear the echo
I hear the echo

I hear the echo
Of the screaming night
Carried over from the other side
Of the mountain bodering my village

I hear the echo

I train my ears but can't hear a thing
I open my eyes wide but can't see a thing
I close my eyes and think, but do not understand
I don't know how to climb a thousand mountains
I hear the echo of the screaming night

I hear the echo

May be its the tragic story of a young girl
May be its grandma's bedtime fairy tale
May be its the longing of a farmer's nursery

The tragic story of the young girl has come to an end
The bed time fairy tale of grandma has come to an end
The longings of the farmer's nursery has come to an end
The familiar song still escapes me
I hear the echo of the new cry

I hear the echo

My dark hair get tinted with morning's red hues
The panicky mist before the eyes vanishes to the blue
A thousand cries come out of a people awakened
A thousand mountains crumble in the impact of its sound

I hear an approaching storm in the sea of humanity
I hear the echo of the new cry

I hear the echo...

- Dr. Bhupen Hazarika (1953)

© Syed Ahmed Shah(Translator) , Bokultol, Guwahati.

poem by Syed Ahmed Shah
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Echo Song

I

Who can say where Echo dwells?
In some mountain-cave, methinks,
Where the white owl sits and blinks;
Or in deep sequestered dells,
Where foxglove hangs its bells,
Echo dwells.
Echo!
Echo!

II

Phantom of the crystal Air,
Daughter of sweet Mystery!
Here is one has need of thee;
Lead him to thy secret lair,
Myrtle brings he for thy hair--
Hear his prayer,
Echo!
Echo!

III

Echo lift thy drowsy head,
And repeat each charmëd word
Thou must needs have overheard
Yestere'en ere, rosy-red,
Daphne down the valley fled--
Words unsaid,
Echo!
Echo!

IV

Breathe the vows she since denies!
She hath broken every vow;
What she would she would not now--
Thou didst hear her perjuries.
Whisper, whilst I shut my eyes,
Those sweet lies,
Echo!
Echo!

poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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The Cliffs

They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,
But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;
And I long to wander and dream and doubt
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out and out.

To the northward far as the eye can reach
Are sandhill, boulder, and sandy beach;
But southward rises the track for me,
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out to sea.

Friends may be gone in the morning fair,
But the cliffs by the ocean are always there;
Lovers may leave when the wind is chill,
But the cliffs by the ocean are steadfast still.

They watch the sea and they ward the land,
And they warn the ships from the treacherous sand;
And I sadly think in the twilight hour
What I might have been had I known my power.

Where the smoke-cloud blurs and the white sails fill,
They point the ships to keep seaward still;
And I think—Ah, me!—and I think—Ah, me!
Of the wreck I’d saved had I kept to sea.

Oh! the cliffs are old and the cliffs are sad,
And they know me sane, while men deem me mad.
Oh! the cliffs are firm and the cliffs are strong,
And they know me right, while men deem me wrong.

And I sometimes think in the dawning gray,
I am old as they, I am old as they;
And I think, I think that in field and town
My spirit shall live till the cliffs come down.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Maybe Baby

I heard stories about you
Id like to think that they were true
I did not know youd be like that
With those surprises under hat
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
When you dance between the stars
In the night late sweet and dark
Turn them over one by one
You dont need to jump the gun
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
When the night is feeling flush
And when the night is all a hush
Electric look eclectic blue
Keep one dream that wont come true
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my maybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my ma-aybe baby
Be my (echo), be my (echo), be my ma-aybe baby
Maybe baby
Maybe baby
Be my, be my, be my, be my maybe baby
Maybe baby
Maybe baby
Youre the one (? )
Maybe baby
Maybe baby
Maybe baby
Be my, be my, be my, be my maybe baby
(unintelligible) maybe baby
I heard stories about you
Id like to think that they were true
Be my maybe (? )
Be my, be my, be my, be my
(fade)

song performed by by Cars
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And There is...an Echo

And there is an echo
A voice without voice
Floats and repeats
The real sound of voice

That is echo
Praised by the mute
Who shouts in the sea of mist
Without someone to know

That is echo
Swing by the name
But it ignores and says
Steals the sound of real voice

But let the echo
Takes the voice and echoes
Before the power is gone
And disappears word by word

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Echo

Put down your things and rest awhile
You know weve both nowhere to go
Yeah, daddy had to crash
He was always halfway there you know
And no, I dont pretend theres any more of that
They say one day, youll look up and laugh and hear
The same sad echo when you walk
Yeah, the same sad echo when you talk loud and clear
Its the same as the same sad echo around here
I promise you this winter
I will worship you like gold
And ride your train forever
Electric fortunes to be told
And I dont want to question or even celebrate
All the joy you took and then gave back too late
Its the same sad echo when you lie
Its the same sad echo when you try to be clear
Its the same as the same sad echo around here
Well, I woke up right here
In a pool of sweat
With a box of pills and you
Yeah, and Im gonna keep my head
Im gonna keep my cool
Oh, Im so in love with you
Yes and in another world nothing was like this
There may have been a girl
There never was a kiss
The poison came in liquid
She was naked all the time
And no one could explain it
It was all between the lines
And I dont seem to trust anyone no more
It could be faith Im just not sure
Its the same sad echo every day
Yeah the same sad echo another way
When you call
Its the same as the same sad echo most of all
Well you just got tired
You just gave in
You took it hard
Then you just quit
You let me down
You dropped the ball
You fell on your face most of all
And I dont want to mean anything to you
I dont want to tempt you to be true
Its the same sad echo comin down
Its the same sad echo all around in my ears
Its the same as the same sad echo around here

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Stay still like a heron

Stay still like a heron in an unfavorable situation,
Later act swiftly in appropriate time and get things done
As if the heron waits patiently with one leg,
Picks fast and seizes the fish.

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Mist Of Time

Mist of Time

Do not spill my blood
On wasteland
Do not bury my last scream
In a grave.
I will walk softly
Across the screen leave no trace
Just a whisper… and
In years to come you will hear
An echo, recalling my name.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Ballads on Mr. Heron's Election - Ballad First

Whom will you send to London town,
To Parliament and a' that?
Or wha in a' the country round
The best deserves to fa' that?
For a' that, and a' that,
Thro' Galloway and a' that,
Where is the Laird or belted Knight
The best deserves to fa' that?

Wha sees Kerroughtree's open yett,
(And wha is't never saw that?)
Wha ever wi' Kerroughtree met,
And has a doubt of a' that?
For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
The independent patriot,
The honest man, and a' that.

Tho' wit and worth, in either sex,
Saint Mary's Isle can shaw that,
Wi' Dukes and Lords let Selkirk mix,
And weel does Selkirk fa' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
The independent commoner
Shall be the man for a' that.

But why should we to Nobles jouk,
And is't against the law, that?
For why, a Lord may be a gowk,
Wi' ribband, star and a' that,
For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
A Lord may be a lousy loun,
Wi' ribband, star and a' that.

A beardless boy comes o'er the hills,
Wi' uncle's purse and a' that;
But we'll hae ane frae mang oursels,
A man we ken, and a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
For we're not to be bought and sold,
Like naigs, and nowt, and a' that.

Then let us drink-The Stewartry,
Kerroughtree's laird, and a' that,
Our representative to be,
For weel he's worthy a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
A House of Commons such as he,
They wad be blest that saw that.

poem by Robert Burns
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Time Huntress Dancing

hear the echo of time still beating
hear the echo of time still passing
hear the echo of time still singing

pausing for prophet mystic poet
time singing stories of past present
ages whispering events future still

pending altering in fractions pressing
poets and time are a potent mixture
when time veils are shredded wrapped

or embraced in dance of mystic time
time enfolds swallows pressures
disappears drags hunts capturing all

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Impassive Resistance.

I've seen the power of the sea
When it's attacking savagely.
The basalt cliffs which bar its path.
Which are contemptuous of its wrath.
The basalt cliffs resist the sea.
Though it attacks them ceaselessly
As long as these proud cliffs still stand.
The sea cannot invade the land.
The cliffs are rooted solidly.
A bulwark and a boundary.
The angry waves are powerless
against the might of this fortress
Which has endured for centuries
And still they stand triumphantly.

Saturday,23 June 2012

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Belong

Autumns gold and green,
is a joy to behold,
swirling mist shrouding the land,
as the heron surveys rich pickings below,
we will walk out to winter,
dressed in white and ready for the long sleep
Nature can be a cruel mistress when provoked,
but I remain calm in her serene beauty all the same

poem by Simon Thorpe
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Sleeping

I toss and turn, Im turning round
But I cannot sleep
Im hypnotized, Im paralysed
By a different beat
I hear your voice, getting louder now
Yet so out of reach
But Im mistaken its only the echo of you
And Im not sleeping now that youre gone
I cant help feeling I did you wrong
And the night goes, on and on and on and on
A crowded bar, the mating game
Im so out of place
Its so bizarre, shes coming on to me
But I see your face
The dj plays, familiar songs
And it takes me back
But Im mistaken its only the echo of you
And Im not sleeping now that youre gone
I cant help feeling I did you wrong
And I need healing its been so long
And the night goes, on and on and on and on
I hear your voice, I hear your voice calling
I hear your voice, I hear your voice calling

song performed by by Rick Astley
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Shoo Be Doo

Its funny, honey, but you dont care
You never wanna take me anywhere
You ride around in your cadium car [echo]
You keep wishin upon a star [echo]
Why is it you dont care
Dont ya go, dont ya go, makin eyes at me
Dont remind me [echo]
Dont you tell me what to do
Shoo be doo [echo]
Shoo be doo
Dont ya tell me what to do
Dont ya tell me what to do
Shoo be doo [echo]
Dont ya tell me what to do
Unintelligible [echo]
Shoo be doo [echo]

song performed by by Cars
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Exposed on the cliffs of the heart

Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there,
look: the last village of words and, higher,
(but how tiny) still one last
farmhouse of feeling. Can you see it?
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Stoneground
under your hands. Even here, though,
something can bloom; on a silent cliff-edge
an unknowing plant blooms, singing, into the air.
But the one who knows? Ah, he began to know
and is quiet now, exposed on the cliffs of the heart.
While, with their full awareness,
many sure-footed mountain animals pass
or linger. And the great sheltered birds flies, slowly
circling, around the peak's pure denial. - But
without a shelter, here on the cliffs of the heart...

poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.

quote by Gene Wolfe
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The Other End Of Time

Sometimes it hurts clear to the core
When we lose all weve cared for
The hunger and thirst for love that endures is never ending.
What will I do with my life?
Try to share it with somebody new?
And how can I learn to disguise that Im lost without you.
All I have left is a heart full of mirrors
A heart full of voices reminding me that its over... girl its over
Ill hear it echo deep inside
til the other end of time
The other end of time.
Left over dreams fade in my mind
And Im counting on this love to die
cause all that I need is to give my whole life a new beginning.
But something is holding me down
Like Im under a mountain of stone
And all I can hear is the sound of my own heart breaking.
cause all I have left is a heart full of mirrors
A heart full of voices reminding me that its over... girl its over
Ill hear it echo deep inside
til the other end of time.
til the other end of time.
cause all I have left is a heart full of mirrors
A heart full of voices reminding me that its over... girl its over
Ill hear it echo deep inside.
All I have left is a heart full of mirrors
A heart full of voices reminding me that its over... girl its over
Ill hear it echo deep inside
til the other end of time
til the other end of time.

song performed by by Toto
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Last Answers

I wrote a poem on the mist
And a woman asked me what I meant by it.
I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist,
how pearl and gray of it mix and reel,
And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening
into points of mystery quivering with color.

I answered:
The whole world was mist once long ago and some day
it will all go back to mist,
Our skulls and lungs are more water than bone and tissue
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers
Go running back to dust and mist.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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A Memory Shall Flow

Into a melody, a memory shall flow
Guided by an echo, and, ever so slow
O're to the mountains, t'is dancing on a breeze
T'is the echo laughing with the trees.

Into the sky to the path of the unknown
A great many memories, o're the miles have flown
Remember an echo has a memory in tow
T'is yours for the picking, t'is yours to show.

Into an echo conducting its humble chores
When to look upon a memory is completely yours
Building a mountain of memories an echo's test
To pick from a tree, the memories I like best.

poem by M. Rene Riel
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