CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on March 13, 2018 by magda
Sperriges morgen / Obstructive tomorrow
The best translation of Paul Celan by MICHAEL HAMBURGER, SUFFOLK,
1979 AND 1987
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Posted on March 13, 2018 by magda
Written in March
The Cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one! 10
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare...
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Posted on March 13, 2018 by magda
Memory of a scent / Doftminne
The 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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Doftminnne
DE lappländska sjöarnas melankoli!
De korta vågornas döda slag emot stranden!
Jagg minns dem,jag minns...
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Posted on March 13, 2018 by magda
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...
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Posted on March 1, 2018 by magda
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 -...
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Posted on February 9, 2018 by magda
Coincidence
By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying –
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
Dorothy Parker
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Coicidenta
Pe cand juri c-a lui vei fi
Ofuri tanguite
el promite pe vecii
patima fierbinte
Lady, trebuie sa stii :
unul din doi minte !
Romanian version, Maria magdalena Biela
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Posted on February 7, 2018 by magda
Life
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Emily Dickinson
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Viata
De doua ori cortina a cazut
ramâne a se vedea
de Nemurirea pe-a mea scena
un...
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Posted on February 6, 2018 by magda
Oda (in metru antic)
Nu credeam să-nvăţ a muri vrodată;
Pururi tânăr, înfăşurat în manta-mi,
Ochii mei nălţam visători la steaua
Sîngurătăţii.
Când deodată tu răsărişi în cale-mi,
Suferinţă tu, dureros de dulce…
Pân-în fund băui voluptatea morţii
Ne’ndurătoare.
Jalnic ard de viu chinuit ca Nessus.
Ori ca Hercul înveninat de haina-i;
Focul meu a-l stinge nu pot cu toate
Apele mării.
De-al...
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Posted on February 5, 2018 by magda
A song
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
the handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
I wish you were here, dear
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in...
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Posted on January 15, 2018 by magda
Stelele-n cer
Stelele-n cer
Deasupra mărilor
Ard depărtărilor
Până ce pier.
După un semn
Clătind catargele
Tremură largile
Vase de lemn;
Nişte cetăţi
Veghind întinsele
Si necuprinsele
Singurătăţi.
Orice noroc
Şi-întinde-aripile
Gonit de clipele
Stării pe loc.
Până ce mor,
Pleacă-te îngere
La trista-mi plângere
Plină de-amor.
Nu e păcat?
Ca să se lepede
Clipa cea repede
Ce ni s-a dat?
Mihai Eminescu
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