CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on May 17, 2019 by magda
Min Själ / My soul / Sufletul meu
Min själ kan icke berätta och veta någon sanning,
min själ kan endast gråta och skratta och vrida sina händer;
min själ kan icke minnas och försvara,
min själ kan icke överväga och bekräfta.
När jag var ett barn såg jag havet: det var blått,
i min ungdom...
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Posted on May 17, 2019 by magda
Livet / Life / Viata
Jag, min egen fånge, säger så:
livet är icke våren, klädd i ljusgrön sammet,
eller en smekning, den man sällan får,
livet är icke ett beslut att gå
eller två vita armar, som hålla en kvar.
Livet är den trånga ringen som håller oss fången,
den osynliga kretsen, vi aldrig överträda,
livet är...
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Posted on April 30, 2019 by magda
Tristesse / Tristete
J’ai perdu ma force et ma vie,
Et mes amis et ma gaieté;
J’ai perdu jusqu’à la fierté
Qui faisait croire à mon génie.
Quand j’ai connu la Vérité,
J’ai cru que c’était une amie ;
Quand je l’ai comprise et sentie,
J’en étais déjà dégoûté.
Et pourtant elle est éternelle,
Et ceux qui se sont passés...
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Posted on April 30, 2019 by magda
Do not go gentle into that good night / Sa nu treci resemnat spre-ntunecare
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no...
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Posted on April 30, 2019 by magda
Alone / Singur
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the...
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Posted on April 24, 2019 by magda
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CATALINA FRANCU!
Born on 22nd of April, when all flowers are alive and searching for her arms!!!
Catalina filled with flowers and poetry
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Posted on April 19, 2019 by magda
THE SMILE / ZAMBETUL
There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet
And there is a Frown of Hate
And there is a Frown of disdain
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain
For...
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Posted on April 19, 2019 by magda
OUR MASTERPIECE IS THE PRIVATE LIFE / CAPODOPERA NOASTRA-I VIATA INTIMA
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Is there something down by the water keeping itself from us,
Some shy event, some secret of the light that falls upon the deep,
Some source of sorrow that does not wish to be discovered yet?
Why should we care? Doesn’t desire cast...
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Posted on April 18, 2019 by magda
The Word / Cuvantul
Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song,
Or a flame, or a two-edged sword;
Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume,
Or a drop of gall is a word.
You may choose your word like a connoisseur,
And polish it up with art,
But the word...
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Posted on April 18, 2019 by magda
The Tyger / Tigrul
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of...
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