classic poetry

Intoarcere

POSTED IN classic poetry January 10, 2012

 
 
Intoarcere

Ceata, vânt, zapada si tacere,
Raza  lunii  fâlfâie  tacut.
Inima c-o molcuma durere
Îsi aduce-aminte de trecut.

Spulberat omatul se despica.
Pe-asa luna, eu pe-ascuns iesit,
Îndesându-mi cusma de pisica,
Casa parinteasca-am parasit.

Iaras sunt în locurile mele,
M-au uitat?  Sau minte ma mai tin?
Stau mahnit, ca un gonit de rele,
Reîntors la vechiul lui camin.

Cusma mi-o framânt fara cuvinte,
Sufletul prin gânduri mi-l desir,
De bunicii mei mi-aduc aminte
Si de-nzapezitul cimitir.

Toti vom fi acolo, poti sa sameni
Viata ta cu râs sau cu tumult
Pentru asta trag asa spre oameni
Si-i iubesc pe toti atât de mult.

Pentru asta inima mi-i moarta
Când privesc al anilor prapad
Vechea casa c-un dulau în poarta,
Parca stiu ca n-am s-o mai revad.

     

 

 

 

 

Sergei Esenin

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

POSTED IN classic poetry January 10, 2012

snow
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

 

 

 

 

Robert Frost

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