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Hej

Er der nogen,som vil hjælpe mig med at oversætte nedstående digt, så jeg forstår den. Jeg skal nemlig srkive en analyse af den og det kan jeg ikke rigtig, hvis jeg ikke forstår den og ikke kan få den til at give mening.

På forhånd tak!

It Ain't What You Do, It's What It Does To You - Simon Armitage (1989)

I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi's and a bowie knife.
I have lived with thieves in Manchester.

I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,
barefoot, listening to the space between
each footfall picking up and putting down
its print against the marble floor. But I

skimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a day
so still I could hear each set of ripples
as they crossed. I felt each stone's inertia
spend itself against the water; then sink. 

I have not toyed with a parachute cord
while perched on the lip of a light-aircraft;
but I held the wobbly head of a boy
at the day centre, and stroked his fat hands. 

And I guess that the tightness in the throat
and the tiny cascading sensation
somewhere inside us are both part of that
sense of something else. That feeling, I mean.