tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412586.post111027097903892787..comments2023-10-31T10:46:39.541-04:00Comments on Look who's talking...: Wings of Desireanuraghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178119895116619951noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412586.post-1110271340518512092005-03-08T04:42:00.000-04:002005-03-08T04:42:00.000-04:00The Full Poem that appears in the movie:
Song of ...The Full Poem that appears in the movie:<br /><br />Song of Childhood<br />By Peter Handke<br /> <br />When the child was a child<br />It walked with its arms swinging,<br />wanted the brook to be a river,<br />the river to be a torrent,<br />and this puddle to be the sea.<br /> <br />When the child was a child,<br />it didn't know that it was a child,<br />everything was soulful,<br />and all souls were one.<br /> <br />When the child was a child,<br />it had no opinion about anything,<br />had no habits,<br />it often sat cross-legged,<br />took off running,<br />had a cowlick in its hair,<br />and made no faces when photographed.<br /> <br />When the child was a child,<br />It was the time for these questions:<br />Why am I me, and why not you?<br />Why am I here, and why not there?<br />When did time begin, and where does space end?<br />Is life under the sun not just a dream?<br />Is what I see and hear and smell<br />not just an illusion of a world before the world?<br />Given the facts of evil and people.<br />does evil really exist?<br />How can it be that I, who I am,<br />didn't exist before I came to be,<br />and that, someday, I, who I am,<br />will no longer be who I am?<br /> <br />When the child was a child,<br />It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,<br />and on steamed cauliflower, <br />and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.<br /> <br />When the child was a child,<br />it awoke once in a strange bed,<br />and now does so again and again.<br />Many people, then, seemed beautiful,<br />and now only a few do, by sheer luck.<br /> <br />It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,<br />and now can at most guess,<br />could not conceive of nothingness,<br />and shudders today at the thought. <br /> <br />When the child was a child,<br />It played with enthusiasm,<br />and, now, has just as much excitement as then,<br />but only when it concerns its work.<br /> <br />When the child was a child,<br />It was enough for it to eat an apple, ... bread,<br />And so it is even now.<br /> <br />When the child was a child,<br />Berries filled its hand as only berries do,<br />and do even now,<br />Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,<br />and do even now,<br />it had, on every mountaintop, <br />the longing for a higher mountain yet,<br />and in every city,<br />the longing for an even greater city,<br />and that is still so,<br />It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees<br />with an elation it still has today,<br />has a shyness in front of strangers,<br />and has that even now.<br />It awaited the first snow,<br />And waits that way even now.<br /> <br />When the child was a child,<br />It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,<br />And it quivers there still today. <br /> <br />Originally translated by Gabriel, revised by Doug Rosebrock.anuraghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03178119895116619951noreply@blogger.com