CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on March 23, 2012 by magda
Afternoon on a hillI will be the gladdest thing Under the sun!I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes,Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise.And when lights...
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Posted on January 17, 2012 by magda
CelebrateCelebrate our anniversary – can’t you seetonight the snowy night of our first wintercomes back again in every road and tree –that winter night of diamantine splendour.
Steam is pouring out of yellow stables,the Moika river’s sinking under snow,the moonlight’s misted as it is in fables,and where we are heading –...
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Posted on January 17, 2012 by magda
Do not
Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there; I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sun on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf...
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Posted on January 10, 2012 by magda
A THICK RED LINE / O LINIE ROȘIE GROASĂ
A lamb escaped from me
and I sent the wolf to bring it back.
such lambs loiter about the forest,
and leave droppings where I like to watch the valley.
I am afraid something might happen to the wolf.
There are many fugitive lambs
very few such faithful...
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Posted on January 10, 2012 by magda
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen...
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