William Blake „School“

… ist das lite­ra­ri­sche Abschieds­ge­schenk mei­ner (ehe­ma­li­gen) LK-Schü­ler Ange­la Feld­mann, Neal Con­way und Tobi­as Tra­xin­ger, über das mich unheim­lich gefreut habe:

I wan­der through each char­te­red hall,
Near whe­re our Eng­lish class takes place,
And mark it, mark it on them all,
Marks of dull­ness in each face.

In every yawn of every guy,
In every pupil’s ratt­ling snore,
In every voice, in every sigh,
I hear fati­gue, des­pair, and more.

How the angry teacher’s cry
Every dozing kid appalls;
And the hap­less student’s sigh
Runs in bore­dom down class­room walls.

But most through school hall­ways I hear
How the youthful stu­dents‘ laughs
Blast the bor­ing teacher’s ear,
And drown in joy his dus­ty coughs.

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