Memory of a scent / DoftminneThe melancholy of Lapland lakes!
The dead wash of the low waves against the shore!
I remember them, I remember the boats shaped like peapods
I remember a scent of pipesmoke in the chilly clear air.
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DoftminnneDE lappländska sjöarnas melankoli!
De korta vågornas döda slag emot stranden!
Jagg minns dem,jag minns de ärtskidformade båtarna
jag minns en doft av piprök i kyligt klar luft.GUNNAR EKELÖF
translated by Leonard Nathan
Songs of something else
“It was clear for me that I knew nothing. I took words one by one and tried to determine their values. I placed word beside word and succeeded after a great deal of trouble in piecing together a complete sentence – naturally with no meaning in it – but composed a word values. It was the meaning underneath I was looking for – a kind of ALCHIMIE DU VERBE”
Gunnar Ekelöf
Prieteni de singuratate
Eu te-am uitat
Toata lumea s-a schimbat
Tu m-ai iertat
viata nu e un pacat.Tangoul meu
este o poveste
cand ai plecat
el mi-a dat de veste
mi-a amintit
clipe uitate
mi-e prieten drag
de singuratate.Noi ne-am iubit
soarta clipei a mintit
stins e-al vietii pas
doar tangoul mi-a ramas.
Catalin Crisan
PrieteniaPrietenia n-o destramă un cuvânt trecător.
Prietenia o păstrezi dacă te încrezi în ea,
Prietenia e un dar ce nu-l primeşti uşor,
Prietenia n-o uiţi,nu o mai poţi uita…In drumul tau orice speranta si-orice gand le insoteste
surazand fermecator Prietenia.
Pasii tai fara s-o spuna deseori ii ocroteste
Prietenia, prieteia, prietenia, prietenia.Oricare-ar fi visele tale pentru ea tu n-ai secrete
Hotarand doar cu ea impreuna
Pasii tai fara s-o spuna deseori ii ocroteste
Prietenia, prieteia, prietenia, prietenia.
Teodor Munteanu
Dear March - Come in - Dear March - Come in - How glad I am - I hoped for you before - Put down your Hat - You must have walked - How out of Breath you are - Dear March, how are you, and the Rest - Did you leave Nature well - Oh March, Come right upstairs with me - I have so much to tell - I got your Letter, and the Birds - The Maples never knew that you were coming - I declare - how Red their Faces grew - But March, forgive me - And all those Hills you left for me to Hue - There was no Purple suitable - You took it all with you - Who knocks? That April - Lock the Door -/blockquote He stayed away a Year to call When I am occupied - But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come That blame is just as dear as Praise And Praise as mere as Blame - Emily Dickinson
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