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Twilight

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
ontvangen van Rob Vlaardingerbroek, examenjaar 1970

The twilight is sad and cloudy,
The wind blows wild and free,
And like the wings of sea-birds
Flash the white caps of the sea.

But in the fisherman's cottage
There shines a ruddier light,
And a little face at the window
Peers out into the night.

Close, close it is pressed to the window,
As if those childish eyes
Were looking into the darkness,
To see some form arise.

And a woman's waving shadow
Is passing to and fro,
Now rising to the ceiling,
Now bowing and bending low.

What tale do the roaring ocean,
And the night-wind, bleak and wild,
As they beat at the crazy casement,
Tell to that little child?

And why do the roaring ocean,
And the night-wind, wild and bleak,
As they beat at the heart of the mother,
Drive the color from her cheek?


Does it matter?

by Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967)
ontvangen van Riek van Noort - van Rhijn, examenjaar 1970

Does it matter? – losing your legs?...
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you mind
When the others come in after football
To gobble their muffins and eggs.

Does it matter? – losing your sight?...
There’s such splendid work for the blind;
And people will always be kind,
As you sit on the terrace remembering
And turning your face to the light.

Do they matter? – those dreams from the pit?...
You can drink and forget and be glad,
And people won’t say that you’re mad;
For they’ll know that you’ve fought for your country,
And no one will worry a bit.


The Evolution of Light

by Anon
ontvangen van Leny Dijkshoorn - Jongbloed, examenjaar 1971

When grandma got a little tired,
And was sent up to bed,
A candle-stick became her guide,
Held high above her head.

When formerly mum went upstairs,
After she’d said “Good night”,
Her mother always held a lamp
To give her girl some light.

As soon as sister’s bedtime came,
When still a little lass,
The room sometimes grew very dark,
And mother lit the gas.

Now when the sandman comes for me,
My dark room turns quite bright;
For I reach up and turn the switch
Of my electric light.

May-be my sweet, dear dolly,
If she lives out her days,
Will see right through the darkness,
With magical X-rays.


Refugee Blues

by Wystan Hugh Auden (1907-1973)
ontvangen van Leny Dijkshoorn - Jongbloed, examenjaar 1971

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.

Once we had a country and we throught it fair;
Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear; we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can’t do that, my dear, old passports can’t do that.

The consul banged the table and said:
“If you’ve got no passport you’re officially dead”;
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return nex year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said:
“If we let them in they will steal our daily bread”;
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Throught I heard the thunder rumblingv in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying: “They must die”;
O, we were in his mind, my dear, o, we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren’t German Jews, my dear, but they weren’t German Jews.

Went down to the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren’t the human race, my dear, they weren’t the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors;
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.

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