CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on April 9, 2019 by magda
Новолунье
Новый месяц встал над лугом,
Над росистою межой.
Милый, дальний и чужой,
Приходи, ты будешь другом.
Днем — скрываю, днем — молчу.
Месяц в небе, — нету мочи!
В эти месячные ночи
Рвусь к любимому плечу.
Не спрошу себя: «Кто ж он?»
Все расскажут — твои губы!
Только днем объятья грубы,
Только днем порыв смешон.
Днем, томима гордым бесом,
Лгу с улыбкой на...
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Posted on April 9, 2019 by magda
The End / Sfarsit
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never...
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Posted on April 6, 2019 by magda
SOLITUDE / SINGURATATE
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men...
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Posted on April 6, 2019 by magda
Palme delle mani / Palms of hands / Palme ale mainilor
Oh palme delle mani iscritte di segni,
triangoli, rami, croci, stelle,
tutta la mia vita ch’è stata e sarà,
il punto ch’io ignoro della morte e non temo,
e altri, altri che sembrano di confitti chiodi,
ma intorno vi raggiano ali di gloria,
oh palme delle mani...
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Posted on April 6, 2019 by magda
Spring is like a perhaps hand / Primavara este precum o mana poate
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and...
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Posted on April 5, 2019 by magda
SMÄRTAN / THE PAIN / DUREREA / KIPU
Lyckan har inga sånger, lyckan har inga tankar, lyckan har ingenting.
Stöt till din lycka att hon går sönder, ty lyckan är ond.
Lyckan kommer sakta med morgonens susning i sovande snår,
lyckan glider undan i lätta molnbilder över djupblå djup,
lyckan är...
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Posted on April 4, 2019 by magda
Skönhet / Frumusetea / Beauty
Vad är skönhet? Fråga alla själar –
skönhet är varje överflöd, varje glöd, varje överfyllnad och varje stort armod;
skönhet är att vara sommaren trogen och naken intill hösten;
skönhet är papegojans fjäderskrud eller solnedgången som bebådar storm;
skönhet är ett skarpt drag och ett eget tonfall: det är jag,
skönhet...
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Posted on April 2, 2019 by magda
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi / Death will come and have your eyes
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi
questa morte che ci accompagna
dal mattino alla sera, insonne,
sorda, come un vecchio rimorso
o un vizio assurdo. I tuoi occhi
saranno una vana parola
un grido taciuto, un silenzio.
Così li vedi ogni...
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Posted on March 31, 2019 by magda
Romance sonámbulo / Somnambulist Romance / Romanta somnambula
Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaña.
Con la sombra en la cintura
ella sueña en su baranda,
verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fría plata.
Verde que te quiero verde.
Bajo la luna gitana,
las cosas le están...
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Posted on March 30, 2019 by magda
Casida IX
DE LAS PALOMAS OSCURAS
A Claudio Guillén
Por las ramas del laurel
vi dos palomas oscuras.
La una era el Sol,
la otra la Luna.
“Vecinitas”, les dije,
“dónde está mi sepultura?”
“En mi cola”, dijo el Sol.
“En mi garganta”, dijo la Luna.
Y yo que estaba caminando
con la tierra por la cintura
vi dos águilas de nieve
y una...
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