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Babelfishing Poetry: "We Harp On The Lid Of The Desk Knee" - Pahavit's Universe

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Date: 7-6-2012 12:14 AM
Subject: Babelfishing Poetry: "We Harp On The Lid Of The Desk Knee"
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Babelfishing Poetry: "We Harp On The Lid Of The Desk Knee"

Hello all! Thank you for dropping by again, it's so nice to see you! I hope, wherever you are, that you've had a safe and sane Fourth of July celebration. So pull up a chair, you're just in time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation around a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

And in the (belated) spirit of Americana, the subject of this week's Babelfish is the most popular American song ever written, Stephen Foster's "Oh! Susannah" (watch the Athens Dulcimer Group's traditional rendition of the song here, or how about The Byrds' proto-punk version here, or Connie Francis' quasi-corny version here, or Neil Young & Crazy Horse rockn' it here, or The Trapp Family Singers, including a rather breath-taking boy soprano, here, or the Bulgarian Women's Choir performing it on the Tonight Show here, or Trân Quang Hai's immortal version of the song here). Enjoy.


We Harp On The Lid Of The Desk Knee

I am what I am, Baenjoreulneun.
We harp on the lid of the desk knee.

He can see Louisiana.
We needed eggplant.
I'm going to my friends.

In the evening, dry;
rain all day at other times.

The sun is freezing to death.
Cried Susannah, "Everything, you did not!"

In fact, we shared
an individual starry-eyed night,
east and west possessive.

Dear Sir: come down,
see our nurses.

Wheat noodle is a cake in the mouth, the eyes tear.
He said, "I am south, Susanna."
"Do not you cry," he says.

Oh, Susanna, I will not cry for me.
I am what I am, Baenjoreulneun.
We harp on the lid of the desk knee.


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