February, 2019

A Man’s Requirements / Cerintele unui barbat

POSTED IN classic poetry, translated English-Romanian February 28, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Man’s Requirements / Cerintele unui barbat

Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.

Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.

Love me with thine azure eyes,
Made for earnest granting;
Taking colour from the skies,
Can Heaven’s truth be wanting?

Love me with their lids, that fall
Snow-like at first meeting;
Love me with thine heart, that all
Neighbours then see beating.

Love me with thine hand stretched out
Freely—open-minded:
Love me with thy loitering foot,—
Hearing one behind it.

Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur Love me!

Love me with thy thinking soul,
Break it to love-sighing;
Love me with thy thoughts that roll
On through living—dying.

Love me when in thy gorgeous airs,
When the world has crowned thee;
Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,
With the angels round thee.

Love me pure, as musers do,
Up the woodlands shady:
Love me gaily, fast and true
As a winsome lady.

Through all hopes that keep us brave,
Farther off or nigher,
Love me for the house and grave,
And for something higher.

Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear,
Woman’s love no fable.
I will love thee—half a year—
As a man is able.

Elisabeth Barrett Browning
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Cerintele unui barbat

Iubeste-ma cu tot ce esti
Simtind, gandind, vazand;
Usuratec sa ma iubesti
iubeste-ma fiind.

Iubeste-ma cu tineretea
ce franc se supune ;
cu promisiuni din gura-ti,
tacut-afectiune.

Iubeste-ma cu ochi de-azur,
creati sinceri spre-a fi ;
luand culoarea de la cer,
Cerul poate dori ?

Iubeste-ma cu pleoape, ce cad
cum neaua la prima intalnire ;
cu inima-ti, astfel incat
toti vecinii s-o vada-n zvacnire.

Iubeste-ma cu mana-ntinsa
liber, nebuneste :
c-un picior lenes destinsa,-
cel’lalt se taraste.

Iubeste-ma cu vocea, jocul
ce sleit ma trasforma ;
Cu obraji ce ard ca focul
cand susur « iubeste-ma » !

Cu-al tau suflet chibzuit,
rupt in suspinare ;
cu gandul talazuit
viata-moarte – care.

Iubeste-ma superba fiind,
cand lumea-ti da cununa ;
cand te rogi, ingenunchind
cu ingerii-mpreuna.

ca pustnicii, luminat
in umbra padurii buna :
sau vesel, iute si curat
ca o gratioasa Doamna.

Prin sperante crezamant,
mai departe sau mai tare,
iubeste-ma pan’ la mormant,
iubeste-mai sus in zare.

Astfele, daca-mi dovedesti,
ca iubesti cu-adevarat.
Te-oi iubi juma’ de an –
c-atat poate un barbat.

Vintage print

The best thing in the world / Cel mai bun lucru din lume

POSTED IN classic poetry, translated English-Romanian February 27, 2019

Die Beobachtung

POSTED IN Roland, translated German-English February 18, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Die Beobachtung

Du, diese Geste
des Zigaretteanzündens,
als gäb es nur das,
wenn etwas hell, etwas finster,
wenn etwas unwiderruflich vorbei.
Du, diese Geste,
als gäb es nur das, ach,
als gäb es nur das!
ROLAND ERB

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The observation

You, that gesture
of cigarette lighting,
as if it were just that,
if something light, something dark,
if something is irrevocably over.
You, this gesture,
as if it was just that, oh,
as if it was just that!

 

Vintage Print

Casida de la rosa / Qasida of the rose / Casida rozei / Casida de la rose

POSTED IN classic poetry, translated Spanish-English February 17, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Casida de la rosa / Qasida of the rose / Casida Trandafirului

La rosa
no buscaba la aurora:
Casi eterna en su ramo
buscaba otra cosa.

La rosa
no buscaba ni ciencia ni sombra:
Confín de carne y sueño
buscaba otra cosa.

La rosa
no buscaba la rosa:
Inmóvil por el cielo
¡buscaba otra cosa!

Federico García Lorca

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Qasida of the rose

The rose
Wasn’t seeking the dawn:
almost eternal on its branch
it was seeking some other close..

The Rose
wasn’t seeking knowledge nor darkness:
at the border of flesh and dream
it was seeking some other close.

The Rose
wasn’t seeking the rose:
motionless against the sky
it was seeking some other close!

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Casida rozei

Roza
Nu cauta aurora:
cvasi eterna pe ramura sa
cauta altceva.

Roza
nu cauta nici stiinta nici bezna
la limita dintre carne si vis
cauta altceva.

Roza
nu cauta roza.
nemiscata pe cer
cauta altceva.

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Casida de la rose

La rose
ne cherchait pas l’aurore:
presque éternelle sur sa branche,
elle cherchait autre chose.

La rose,
ne cherchait connaissance ni l’ombre:
bordure de la chair et du rêve,
elle cherchait autre chose.

La rose,
ne cherchait pas la rose.
immobile sur le ciel
elle cherchait autre chose.

 

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Keeping Things Whole / Pastrand lucrurile intregi

POSTED IN contemporary poetry, translated English-Romanian February 16, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keeping Things Whole / Pastrand lucrurile intregi

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

Mark Strand
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Pastrand lucrurile intregi

Intr-un spatiu
Eu sunt absenta
spatiului.
Asa
se intampla mereu.
Oriunde as fi
sunt ceea ce lipseste.

Cand merg
despart aerul
si mereu
aerul reintra
sa umple spatiile
pe unde trupul meu a fost.

Noi toti avem motive
sa ne miscam.
Eu ma misc
spre a pastra lucrurile intregi.

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Catrenele dragostei

POSTED IN Music February 14, 2019

 

Catrenele dragostei

 

Dragă-mi este dragostea
bântuită de sprâncene,
de sprâncene pământene,
lungi, piezis-răsăritene.

Dragă-mi este dragostea,
soarele din an în veac,
dragostea ce poartă-n ea
moarte-ades si-ades un leac.

Spune-se că-n holdă coaptă
macul îl dezbraci c-o soaptă.
Dragă-mi este dragostea
care zice: nu si da.

Dragă-mi este dragostea,
mare face inima,
mare pe cât lumea-zare,
mică pe cât lacrima.

Dragă-mi este dragostea
care face stea si stea
din pământurile noastre –
prin poienile albastre.

Sângele îsi stie visul.
Dragă-mi este dragostea
cu-năltimile si-abisul
si cu ce mai are-n ea.

Dragă-mi este dragostea –
locului nu pot s-o tin,
căci frumsetea ei dispare
în frumsetile-i ce vin.

Dragă-mi este dragostea,
dragă uneori furtuna
si-un păcat pe care-l arde
pe la miezul noptii luna.

Din aleanul trupului
sufletul se naste.
Dragă-mi este dragostea
ce de ani mă paste.

Dragostea ne-o tină zeii,
să ne-ncânte funigeii
ca urzeala inului
firele destinului.

 

Lucian Blaga

The human “race”

POSTED IN contemporary poetry February 13, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The human “race”

Maybe that’s why it is called human race: we are racing each other to the top, we are running, always in a hurry, towards what? The final destination? We talk in a hurry, we shorten the words, we eat in a hurry, we sleep in a hurry, we live with the light speed…I watch people, crowds or singles and I would like to scream: FREEZE! STOP for a moment and breathe….IN and OUT…IN and OUT…look around, watch and see, notice, observe…
The taxi you run after will go but another will come…so it goes for the bus, train, plaines, wives, husbands, boyfriends, gilrfriends, jobs, deadlines, meetings, money, properties…everything is replaceable but you are not…your life is given only once, you don’t get second or third chances…

Don’t waste this priceless gift called Life in petty jealousies, anger, hate, senseless competitions, faking feelings, faking friends, faking yourself until you don’t know who is that person in the mirror and who is that person in society: is it one and the same or a double personality?

We are overdozed by using mobiles and computers, we forgot to really watch each other in the eye and talk, real words not SMS, to hold hands for real and smell the scent of seasons in real life not the virtual one.

Sing like no one is listening, love like you’ve never done before, dance like nobody’s watching, live like it’s your last day on earth…

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The wonder of you

POSTED IN Music February 1, 2019

The wonder of you

 

When no-one else can understand me
When everything I do is wrong
You give me hope and consolation
You give me strength to carry on
And you’re always there to lend a hand
In everything I do
That’s the wonder
The wonder of you
And when you smile the world is brighter
You touch my hand and I’m a king
Your kiss to me is worth a fortune
Your love for me is everything
I’ll guess I’ll never know the reason why
You love me like you do
That’s the wonder
The wonder of you

Elvis Presley

Don’t

POSTED IN Music February 1, 2019

Don’t

Don’t (don’t)
Don’t (don’t)
That’s what you say
Each time that I hold you this way
When I feel like this and I wanna kiss you
Baby, don’t say don’t
(Don’t)
(Don’t)
Don’t (don’t)
Don’t (don’t)
Leave my embrace
For here in my arms is your place
When the night grows cold and I wanna hold you
Baby, don’t say don’t
(Don’t, don’t, don’t)
(Don’t, don’t, don’t)
If you think that this is just a game I’m playing
If you think that I don’t mean every word I’m saying
Don’t (don’t)
Don’t (don’t)
Don’t feel that way
I’m your love and yours I will stay
This you can believe
I will never leave you
Heaven knows I won’t (don’t)
Baby don’t say don’t (don’t)
Baby don’t say don’t (don’t)

Zoe Kravitz