CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on December 16, 2017 by magda
Varpunen jouluaamuna / The sparrow in the Cristmas morning
Lumi on jo peittänyt kukat laaksosessa,
järvenaalto jäätynyt talvipakkasessa,
varpunen pienoinen syönyt kesäeinehen,
järvenaalto jäätynyt talvipakkasessa.
Pienen pirtin portailla oli tyttökulta:
Tule varpu, riemulla, ota siemen multa!
Joulu on, koditon varpuseni onneton,
tule tänne riemulla, ota siemen multa!
Tytön luo nyt riemuiten lensi varpukulta:
Kiitollisna siemenen otan kyllä sulta.
Palkita Jumala tahtoo...
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Posted on December 6, 2017 by magda
Happy Independence Day, Finland! SUOMI 100!
PYHÄ SYNNYINMAA
Sua muistamme ain, pyhä syntymämaa,
mikä lieneekin toimemme, työmme,
ylin onni Sa oot, minkä ihminen saa,
elon aurinko, tähtönen yömme;
Sun korpies kuisketta kuulimme lasna,
sitä unhota emme me harmajahasna,
Sun valtaasi tahdomme vahvistaa,
Sua lempien leipääsi syömme.
Oli kielesi kirkkaus jo vertaamaton,
kun soi sitä äiteimme huulet,
sen kauneus nyt karttunut, varttunut on,
tänä...
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Posted on September 28, 2017 by magda
La sorella della vita – Sora vietii
Cu nimic nu se aseamana viata asa cum ii seamănă mortii.
Este sora ei. Nici o diferentă.
O iei de mână, ii asezi părul, o mângâi.
Ea iti dăruieste o floare si iti zâmbeste.
Ii ascunzi fata la piept
si-i auzi vocea : să mergem, este timpul.
Dar nu-ti vorbeste...
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Posted on September 17, 2017 by magda
Et si tu n’existais pas
Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais
Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi
Sans espoir et sans regret.
Et si tu n’existais pas
J’essaierais d’inventer l’amour
Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts
Naître les couleurs du jour
Et qui n’en revient pas.
Et si tu n’existais pas
Dis-moi pour qui j’existerais
Des passantes...
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Posted on September 1, 2017 by magda
The Autumn
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your...
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Posted on July 22, 2017 by magda
Mary Magdalene
As soon as night descends, we meet.
Remorse my memories releases.
The demons of the past compete,
And draw and tear my heart to pieces,
Sin, vice and madness and deceit,
When I was slave of men’s caprices
And when my dwelling was the street.
The deathly silence is not far;
A few more moments only matter,
Which...
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Posted on May 27, 2017 by magda
One perfect rose
A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet –
One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret;
‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one...
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Posted on May 26, 2017 by magda
One art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and...
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Posted on April 28, 2017 by magda
Happy birthday in Eternity, Hilja Onerva Lehtinen
Resitatiivi I
Ei onnea luotu minulle,
se luotiin muita vasten,
se luotiin perhojen iloita
ja leikkiä nukkelasten!
Jos en sitä itse ma särkisikään,
sen särkevät multa toiset:
nuo sääntöjen säveät seuraajat,
nuo homeisten lakien loiset,
joiden järki on jäykkä ja pimeä
ja tunne kuin tahkottu kivi,
mielipitehet museon hyllyltä
ja sielu kuin kirjan rivi,
joiden silmät on...
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Posted on April 24, 2017 by magda
Spring is the period
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
Emily Dickinson
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