CLASSIC POETRY

Caii liberi / Free horses

                                                Caii liberi In galop prin viata mea Ei strabat un drum de rai Si nu-mi pot imagina Lumea asta fara cai. Caii liberi alergand Neloviti de bici si fier, Cerul trag peste pamant Si pamantul trag spre cer. Cand se-aud din zari venind Ninge pe pamant cu flori, Caii sunt ca un colind Caii sunt nemuritori. Prin lumina ascultati Caii liberi fara sei, Si de...Read More »

Mistretul cu colti de argint / The boar with silver fangs

                    Mistretul cu colti de argint / The boar with silver fangs   Un prinţ din Levant îndrăgind vânătoarea prin inimă neagră de codru trecea. Croindu-şi cu greu prin haţişuri cărarea, cântă dintr-un flaut de os şi zicea: – Veniţi să vânăm în păduri nepătrunse mistreţul cu colţi de argint, fioros, ce zilnic îşi schimbă în scorburi ascunse copita şi...Read More »

One perfect rose / Un trandafir perfect

                  One perfect rose A single flow’r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet – One perfect rose. I knew the language of the floweret; ‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’ Love long has taken for his amulet One perfect rose. Why is it no one...Read More »

One Art / O arta

                          One art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and...Read More »

9 Mai 1895 / the 9th of May 1895 / 9. toukokuuta 1895

                            9 Mai 1895 Sat al meu, ce porti în nume sunetele lacrimei, la chemari adânci de mume în cea noapte te-am ales ca prag de lume si poteca patimei. Spre tine cine m-a-ndrumat din strafund de veac, în tine cine m-a chemat fie binecuvântat, sat de lacrimi fara leac. Lucian Blaga   The 9th of May 1895   Village of mine carrying in your name sounds and...Read More »

Resitatiivi I / Recitativ 1

                    Happy birthday in Eternity, Hilja Onerva Lehtinen   Resitatiivi I Ei onnea luotu minulle, se luotiin muita vasten, se luotiin perhojen iloita ja leikkiä nukkelasten! Jos en sitä itse ma särkisikään, sen särkevät multa toiset: nuo sääntöjen säveät seuraajat, nuo homeisten lakien loiset, joiden järki on jäykkä ja pimeä ja tunne kuin tahkottu kivi, mielipitehet museon hyllyltä ja sielu kuin kirjan rivi, joiden silmät on...Read More »

Spring is the period

                    Spring is the period   Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without a cordial interview With God.   Emily Dickinson ...Read More »

The Easter flower

                  The Easter flower   Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily Soft-scented in the air for yards around; Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf! Just like a fragile bell of silver rime, It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief In...Read More »

A fairly sad tale

                                                A Fairly Sad Tale I think that I shall never know Why I am thus, and I am so. Around me, other girls inspire In men the rush and roar of fire, The sweet transparency of glass, The tenderness of April grass, The durability of granite; But me- I don’t know how to plan it. The lads I’ve met...Read More »

Lines written in early Spring

                        Lines Written in Early Spring   I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of...Read More »

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