CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on March 16, 2019 by magda
When We Were Very Young / Cand eram foarte tineri
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
“Winter is dead.”
A.A. Milne
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Purta galbena-i palarie
Si cea mai verde gateala;
Se-ntoarse spre vantul...
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Posted on March 16, 2019 by magda
sweet spring
sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love
(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)
lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there’s nobody else alive
(such a sky and...
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Posted on March 2, 2019 by magda
Promises Like Pie-Crust / Promisiuni precum coaja de placinta
(Promises Like Pie-Crust – made to be broken – English saying
Promisiuni precum coaja de placinta – facute spre a fi sfaramate – proverb englez)
Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold...
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Posted on February 28, 2019 by magda
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...
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Posted on February 27, 2019 by magda
The best thing in the world / Cel mai bun lucru din lume
What’s the best thing in the world ?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Light, that never makes you...
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Posted on February 17, 2019 by magda
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...
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Posted on January 15, 2019 by magda
At tu, Natalis, multos celebrande per annos, candidior semper candidiorque veni! BEATUS, MIHAI EMINESCU!
Stelele-n cer
Deasupra marilor
Ard departarilor
Pana ce pier.
Dupa un semn
Clatind catargele
Tremura largele
Vase de lemn;
Niste cetati
Plutind pe marile
Si miscatoarele
Pustietati.
stol de cocori
Apuca-ntinsele
Si necuprinsele
Drumuri de nori.
Zboara ce pot
Si-a lor intrecere
Vecinica trecere:
Asta e tot…
floare de crang:
Astfel vietile
Si tineretile
Trec si se sting.
Orice noroc
Si-ntinde-aripile,
Gonit de...
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Posted on January 5, 2019 by magda
Dona, d’aquí a un temps
Dona, d’aquí a un temps,
després de tu i de mi
i de les flors marcides,
¿què en serà, d’aquest dormitori
on ens hem estimat?
¿I què en serà, del mirall,
del penja-robes, del balancí,
del retrat de nuvis que tira a magenta,
de les fines esberles
del guix, que han absorbit
el nostre alè, la...
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Posted on January 5, 2019 by magda
Dona, d’aquí a un temps
Dona, d’aquí a un temps,
després de tu i de mi
i de les flors marcides,
¿què en serà, d’aquest dormitori
on ens hem estimat?
¿I què en serà, del mirall,
del penja-robes, del balancí,
del retrat de nuvis que tira a magenta,
de les fines esberles
del guix, que han absorbit
el nostre alè, la...
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Posted on January 4, 2019 by magda
All hushed and still within the house / Totu-i mut, nemiscat in casa
All hushed and still within the house;
Without – all wind and driving rain;
But something whispers to my mind,
Through rain and through the wailing wind,
Never again.
Never again? Why not again?
Memory has power as real as thine.
Emily Brontë
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Totu-i mut, nemiscat...
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