CLASSIC POETRY

Lost

                            Lost I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You’ll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Oh, find it, sir, for me!         Emily Dickinson ...Read More »

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Mistletoe

                  Mistletoe Sitting under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there. Tired I was; my head would go Nodding under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), No footsteps came,...Read More »

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In Your Heart

                  In Your Heart He was so proud of his little girlIt was her very first day of schoolHe walked with her to school that dayAnd she held his hand all the wayThey walked together quiet and sadA little girl and her loving dadInto the school her father ledBut he almost cried...Read More »

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Ziua Nationala A Romaniei

Doina De la Nistru pân’ la Tisa Tot Românul plânsu-mi-s-a Ca nu mai poate strabate De-atâta strainatate. Din Hotin si pân’ la Mare Vin Muscalii de-a calare, De la Mare la Hotin Mereu calea ne-o atin; Din Boian la Vatra Dornii Au umplut omida cornii Si strainul te tot paste, De...Read More »

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Fa-ti timp

                  Fa-ti timp În trecerea grăbită prin lume către veci, Fă-ţi timp, măcar o clipă, să vezi pe unde treci! Fă-ţi timp să vezi durerea şi lacrima arzând Fă-ţi timp să poţi, cu mila, să te alini oricând! Fă-ţi timp pentru-adevaruri şi adâncimi de vis, Fă-ţi timp pentru prieteni, cu sufletul deschis!...Read More »

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The Burden

                              The Burden One grief on me is laidEach day of every year,Wherein no soul can aid,Whereof no soul can hear:Whereto no end is seenExcept to grieve again–Ah, Mary Magdalene,Where is there greater pain? To dream on dear disgraceEach hour of every day–To bring no honest faceTo aught I do or say:To lie...Read More »

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The Art of Poetry

The Art of Poetry To gaze at a river made of time and waterAnd remember Time is another river.To know we stray like a riverand our faces vanish like water.To feel that waking is another dreamthat dreams of not dreaming and that the deathwe fear in our bones is the deaththat...Read More »

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Canzone a ballo

                            Canzone a ballo Chi non è innamorato esca di questo ballo, che saria fallo a stare in sì bel lato.    Se alcuno è qui che non conosca amore, parta di questo loco; perch’ esser non potria mai gentil core chi non sente quel foco; se alcun ne sente poco, sì le...Read More »

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Why?

  Why? Why may I not go down to the grave with thee? Would that my fire might warm this frigid ice, And turn with tears, this dust to living flesh, And give to thee anew the joy of life! Then would I boldly, ardently confront The man who snapped our dearest bond, and cry “O cruel monster! ...Read More »

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Forget Not Yet

                  Forget Not Yet Forget not yet the tried intentOf such a truth as I have meantMy great travail so gladly spentForget not yet. Forget not yet when first beganThe weary life ye knew, since whenThe suit, the service, none tell can,Forget not yet. Forget not yet the great assays,The cruel wrongs, the scornful...Read More »

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