2 Poems

[Cara]

So - here are my two 'poems' but I don't know if this is grammatically right.

Sunrise

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Worlds

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Copyright by Cara Klein

[kate]

Wow.
There good =]

[SpiritM]

Fantastic! Do you have any more?

Very reflective.

[Horse lover]

Very nice Cara

[Cara]

No, these are my only ones, I only have another poem about the Camargue Horse, but thats German (and I can't translate it because I can't translate the rhyme):

Die Moorpferde

Eine Herde Schimmel galoppiert durch den Sumpf,
Die Moorsteppe ist grau und stumpf,
Die wehenden Mähnen, die trommelnden Hufe
Und die schnaubenden Nüstern,
Sie wollen dich rufen.

Dort im harten Sumpfgras der Rhône,
Unter dem weißen Vollmonde,
Schimmert ihr Fell fast silbergleich,
Schattenhafte Schemen, so blass, so bleich.

Dort in der salzigen Brise
Fliegen sie über die Wiese,
Fliegen die Mähnen flatternd im Wind,
Rennen sie weiter, geschwind, geschwind.

Dort im grauen Wasser der Nacht
Preschen sie weiter, ohne Acht,
Wirbeln die Hufe Wasser auf,
Fontänten, bis in den Himmel hinauf.

Dort wo die schwarzen Stiere leben,
Dort wo rosa Flamingos die Köpfe heben,
Dort rennt auch diese Herde,
Die Herde der freien Camarguepferde.

Copyright by Cara Klein

I can only translate it sentence for sentence, so there will be no rhyme any more.

[SpiritM]

This is what an online translator gave me in English;

The bog horses

A herd mold gallops through the swamp, the bog steppe is gray and blunt, the blowing manes, the drumming
hooves and the snorting nostrils, you want to call you. 

There in the hard swamp grass of the Rhône, under the white full moon, shimmers its fur almost silver same,
shadowy schemes, so palely, so palely. 

There in the salty breezes flies it over the meadow, flies the manes flatternd in the wind, race it further,
quickly, quickly. 

There in the gray water of the night Preschen it further, without respect, turbulences the hooves water up,
Fontänten, into the sky up. 

There where the black bulls live, lift there where pink Flamingos the heads, races there also this herd, the
herd of the free Camarguepferde. 

[Cara]

Almost! But its not exactly as nice as my German poem, because sometimes there are two same words although I have two different - and I think

The Moor Horses sounds nicer - so, here is my translation

The Moor Horses

A herd of gray horses gallops through the swamp,
The moor steppe is gray and blunt,
The streaming manes, the drumming hooves,
And the snorting nostrils,
They want to call you.

There, in the hard swamp grass of the Rhône,
Under the white full moon,
Shimmers their coat almost as silver,
Umbral shadows, so paly, so pallid.

There, in the salty breeze,
They are flying across the meadow,
The manes are flickering flying in the wind,
They are racing forward, apace, apace.

There, in the grey water of night,
They are dashin forward, without attention,
The hooves are raising water,
Fountains, up to the sky.

There, where the black bulls are living,
There, where pink flamingos are raising the heads,
There is running this herd, too,
The herd of the free Camargue Horses.

Copyright by Cara Klein

[SpiritM]

I thought the bog horses sounded a bit, well um... bog-ish?

But it is alot more beautiful in the human translation (your one)

A* for those poems--great!!!

[Horse lover]

great poems Cara

[SpiritM]

Lovely!!

L-O-V-E-L-Y

[Alyssa]

THOSE ARE GREAT!! ANYMORE?

[Cara]

Not yet. I don't write much poems and I have no time to write more.

[SpiritM]

''The Quality counts''

=]

In a quoting habit today

[Alyssa]

well those are really good

[SpiritM]

How old are you Cara??

I think they are amazing

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