holden_caulfield

Welcome me to SG.

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Favorite English Language Poem:

THE SONG OF THE WANDERING AENGUS
by William Butler Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped a berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hand;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

Favorite Spanish language poem:

Rima XI
por GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER

Yo soy ardiente, yo soy morena,
yo soy el smbolo de la pasin;
de ansia de goces mi alma est llena.
a m me buscas? No es a ti, no.

Mi frente es plida; mis trenzas, de oro;
puedo brindarte dichas sin fin;
yo de ternura guardo un tesoro.
a m me llamas? No; no es a ti.

Yo soy un sueo, un imposible,
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorprea, soy intangible;
no puedo amarte. Oh, ven; ven t!

Regards,

Holden Cauldfield