CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on July 12, 2015 by magda
O Fortuna,
velut luna,
statu variabilis,
semper crescis,
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem,
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!
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Posted on July 12, 2015 by magda
Casida de la rosa
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 Garcia Lorca
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Posted on July 12, 2015 by magda
Terminal Silhouette
I know you not and in no way
I want to lose starry illusions
With such a face in worst confusion
People are loyal to a ray.
All that the fate has marked for grave
Have such closed-off face instead.
You are a page that was not read
And no, you will not be a slave.
A...
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Posted on July 12, 2015 by magda
1911
A riding whip, a glove wait on the table
God knows why. Who left them there?
One window’s open a little
I hear the linden rustle.
They seem to call me.
Why did you leave? I
can’t understand it. Why?
The desk lamp’s cosy circle-
it focuses the pain, it lets me see again
two people shielded from the...
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Posted on July 12, 2015 by magda
Celestial love
O mortal thing enthralled these longing eyes
When perfect peace in thy fair face I found;
But far within, where all is holy ground,
My soul felt Love, her comrade of the skies:
For she was born with God in Paradise;
Nor all the shows of beauty shed around
This fair false world her wings...
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Posted on July 11, 2015 by magda
Hay almas que tienen
Hay almas que tienen
azules luceros,
mañanas marchitas
entre hojas del tiempo,
y castos rincones
que guardan un viejo
rumor de nostalgias
y sueños.
Otras almas tienen
dolientes espectros
de pasiones. Frutas
con gusanos. Ecos
de una voz quemada
que viene de lejos
como una corriente
de sombra. Recuerdos
vacíos de llanto
y migajas de besos.
Mi alma está madura
hace mucho tiempo,
y se desmorona
turbia de...
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Posted on July 10, 2015 by magda
Lettera a mia figlia sugli uomini
Gli uomini, ti dicevo.
Amali, ma senza farti troppo male.
Amali, senza mai mancarti di rispetto.
Sono tremendamente imperfetti, credimi, a volte sono rozzi,
spesso non trovano le parole, anzi stanno semplicemente troppo zitti,
quando tu avverti il desiderio di essere inondata di verbi,
sostantivi e aggettivi o vorresti che usassero...
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Posted on July 8, 2015 by magda
Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas
Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas
Half the catalogue of ships is mine:
that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line,
that once rose, out of Hellas.
To an alien land, like a phalanx of cranes –
Foam of the gods on the heads of kings –
Where do you sail? What would the things
of Troy,...
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Posted on July 8, 2015 by magda
Gipsy Vans
Unless you come of the Gipsy stock
That steals by night and day,
Lock your heart with a double lock
And throw the key away.
Bury it under the blackest stone
Beneath your father’s hearth,
And keep your eyes on your lawful own
And your feet to the proper path.
Then you can stand at your door...
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Posted on April 28, 2015 by magda
Tropiikin alla
Yhden kerran elämässä tuliruusu aukee
yhden yön se kukoistaa ja aamulla jo raukee
sill’ on syvä silmänluonti, kutsuva ja kuuma
sill’ on hehkuheteillänsä keskiöiden huuma
Sill’ on lehti verinen ja purppurainen huuli
sill’ on tuoksu huumava kuin kevätaron tuuli.
Taita tulikukkanen ja juo sen kuuma mesi
elä hetki, nauti hetki, kaadu paikallesi!
Hilja Onerva Lehtinen
At Tropics
Only once...
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