CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on February 27, 2015 by magda
Chopin
IA dream of interlinking hands, of feetTireless to spin the unseen, fairy woofOf the entangling waltz. Bright eyebeams meet,Gay laughter echoes from the vaulted roof.Warm perfumes rise; the soft unflickering glowOf branching lights sets off the changeful charmsOf glancing gems, rich stuffs, the dazzling snowOf necks unkerchieft, and bare, clinging...
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Posted on December 12, 2014 by magda
Trees
I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom...
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Posted on September 11, 2014 by magda
Erotessa
Muistelen minä sinua:
satakielet soittelevat
yössäni hämärtyvässä.
Muistelet sinä minua:
lepinkäiset lentelevät
pääsi päälle istumahan.
Muistelemme toisiamme:
kaksi kaunista kesällä
kesälehti kolmantena.
Eino Leino
Apart
Remember you, love at first sight,
nightingales sing in empty soul
in darkness of my empty night.
Remember me, love at first sight,
shrikes fly in legends of the fall
and sit on your head in light.
We are remembering each other
two...
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Posted on July 30, 2014 by magda
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
Me thinks this heart should rest awhileSo stilly round the evening fallsThe veiled sun sheds no parting smileNor mirth nor music wakes my Halls
I have sat lonely all the dayWatching the drizzly mist descendAnd first conceal the hills in greyAnd then along the valleys...
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Posted on July 30, 2014 by magda
The only news I know
The only news I know
Is bulletins all day
From immortality:
The only shows I see
Tomorrow and today.
Perchance eternity.
The only one I meet
Is God, the only street
Existence; this traversed.
If other news there be
Or admirabler show,
I’ll tell it you.
Emily Dickinson
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Posted on May 7, 2014 by magda
Óyeme como quien ove llover
Óyeme como quien oye llover, ni atenta ni distraída, pasos leves, llovizna, agua que es aire, aire que es tiempo, el día no acaba de irse, la noche no llega todavía, figuraciones de la niebla al doblar la esquina, figuraciones del tiempo en el recodo...
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Posted on May 1, 2014 by magda
The Phantom Horsewoman
Queer are the ways of a man I know:He comes and standsIn a careworn craze,And looks at the sandsAnd in the seaward hazeWith moveless handsAnd face and gaze,Then turns to go…And what does he see when he gazes so?
They say he sees as an instant thingMore clear than...
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Posted on April 30, 2014 by magda
I started Early – took my Dog-
I started Early – Took my Dog –And visited the Sea –The Mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at me –
And Frigates – in the Upper FloorExtended Hempen Hands –Presuming Me to be a Mouse –Aground – upon the Sands –
But no Man...
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Posted on April 30, 2014 by magda
Go and catch a falling star
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil’s foot,Teach me to hear mermaids singing,Or to keep off envy’s stinging, And find What windServes to advance an honest mind.
If thou be’st...
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Posted on April 21, 2014 by magda
Comin’ thro’ the Rye
O, Jenny’s a’ weet, poor body, Jenny’s seldom dry; She draigl’t a’ her petticoattie Comin thro’ the rye.
Comin thro the...
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