CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on March 30, 2019 by magda
A Valediction / Un adio
If we must part,
Then let it be like this.
Not heart on heart,
Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss;
But touch mine hand and say:
“Until to-morrow or some other day,
If we must part”.
Words are so weak
When love hath been so strong;
Let silence speak:
“Life is a little while,...
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Posted on March 27, 2019 by magda
i love you much(most beautiful darling)
i love you much(most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky
-sunlight and singing welcome your coming
although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess
(except my life)the true time...
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Posted on March 25, 2019 by magda
La mia fiamma / My flame
La mia fiamma,
che niun aspro vento ha mai domata,
ancora guizza e lotta
che morte non già la trovi spenta,
accesa vuole
migrare in altra terra di sorpresa,
pendula oscillante nell’etere,
là donde venne, patria chiara,
e forse saperne il nome.
Sibilla Aleramo
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My flame
My flame,
that no harsh wind has ever tamed,
still flicker and...
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Posted on March 23, 2019 by magda
Heidenröslein / Frail Rose of the Field
Sah ein Knab’ ein Röslein stehn,
Röslein auf der Heiden,
War so jung und morgenschön,
Lief er schnell es nah zu sehn,
Sah’s mit vielen Freuden.
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,
Röslein auf der Heiden.
Knabe sprach: “Ich breche dich,
Röslein auf der Heiden.”
Röslein sprach: “Ich steche dich,
Dass du ewig denkst an mich,
Und...
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Posted on March 22, 2019 by magda
somewhere i have never travelled /
undeva unde n-am calatorit niciodata
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as...
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Posted on March 22, 2019 by magda
Fumo di sigarette / Cigarette smoke
Fumo di sigarette.
Accenno di sorriso.
E di nuovo fumo,
spire leggere,
dalle mie labbra,
tutte le sere
qualche minuto,
dal suo balcone,
dalla mia finestra,
spire leggere,
sbocciar di sorriso,
e non sa la mia voce
e non so la sua,
solo,
traverso le spire di fumo
i suoi occhi mi piacciono,
gli piacciono i miei occhi,
tutte le sere
qualche minuto,
un...
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Posted on March 21, 2019 by magda
Silenzio, tepore…/ Silence, warmth …
C’è silenzio, e tepore,
in questa romita stanza ov’io ti attendo,
e una purpurea rosa,
già stanca, sul ciglio di languire,
anch’essa ansiosa del tuo bruno sguardo,
così tenera è l’ora
ch’io mi trasmuto in taciturna grazia,
mite rosa,
tepore sulle tue palpebre, carezza d’ombra.
Sibilla Aleramo
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Silence, warmth …
There is silence, and warmth,
in this hermit...
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Posted on March 21, 2019 by magda
Ancora ascolto una rosa / I still listen to a rose
Ancora ascolto una rosa
per me sola nella notte.
Quante m’hanno parlato
con lor grazia sovrana
in stanze e giardini
sotto le più varie luci!
E questa è bianca e grande,
è tutta aperta, respira
l’ora sua miracolosa,
ma l’amato non è qui,
lui volevo ne gioisse…
Domani sarà tanto men...
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Posted on March 17, 2019 by magda
since feeling is first / intrucat sentimentul este primul
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all the flowers. Don’t cry
– the best...
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Posted on March 17, 2019 by magda
may i feel said he / as putea simti spuse el
may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are...
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