CLASSIC POETRY

Afternoon On A Hill / Amiaza pe-o colina

                  Afternoon On A Hill / Amiaza pe-o colina I 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 begin to show Up from the town, I will mark...Read More »

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers - / "Speranta"-i ceva cu pene -

                  “Hope” is the thing with feathers – / “Speranta”-i ceva cu pene – “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the...Read More »

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Wild nights - Wild nights! / Salbatice nopti - salbatice!

                    Wild nights – Wild nights! / Salbatice nopti – Salbatice! Wild nights – Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a Heart in port – Done with the Compass – Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah – the Sea! Might I but moor – tonight – In thee! Emily Dickinson …………………………….. Salbatice...Read More »

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If I can stop one Heart from breaking / De-as opri-ntr-o inima plansul

                  If I can stop one Heart from breaking / De-as opri-ntr-o inima plansul If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life the Aching Or cool one Pain Or help one fainting Robin Unto his Nest again I shall not live in Vain. by Emily Dickinson ————————- De-as opri-ntr-o inima...Read More »

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My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun / Viata-mi statu - 'ncarcat pistol

                  My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun / Viata-mi statu – ‘ncarcat pistol     My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun – In Corners – till a Day The Owner passed – identified – And carried Me away –     And now We roam in Sovreign Woods – And now We hunt the Doe – And every...Read More »

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Her smile was shaped like other smiles—/ Surasu-i ca altele era—

                    Her smile was shaped like other smiles—/ Surasu-i ca altele era— Her smile was shaped like other smiles— The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bird Did hoist herself, to sing, Then recollect a Ball, she got— And hold upon the Twig, Convulsive, while the Music broke— Like Beads—among the Bog – A happy lip—breaks...Read More »

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What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why / Ce buze buzele imi sarutara

                      What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why / Ce buze buzele imi sarutara What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and...Read More »

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Mirror / Oglinda

                      Mirror / Oglinda A white room and a party going on and I was standing with some friends under a large gilt-framed mirror that tilted slightly forward over the fireplace. We were drinking whiskey and some of us, feeling no pain, were trying to decide what precise shade of yellow the setting sun turned our drinks. I closed my eyes briefly, then...Read More »

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Eating Poetry / Mancand Poezie

                Eating Poetry / Mancand Poezie   Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress. The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement...Read More »

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POEM OF THE DAY

                                            POEM OF THE DAY Happy! April seems to bring me happiness :)! For a second time I have been chosen Poet of the day on Poem Hunter, this time as a translator of Mark Strand!!! I am really and deeply happy: THANK YOU, MARK STRAND! 🙂 Maria Magdalena Biela ...Read More »

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