CLASSIC POETRY
Posted on June 21, 2017 by magda
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...
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Posted on June 9, 2017 by magda
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...
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Posted on May 27, 2017 by magda
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...
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Posted on May 26, 2017 by magda
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...
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Posted on May 9, 2017 by magda
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...
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Posted on April 28, 2017 by magda
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...
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Posted on April 24, 2017 by magda
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
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Posted on April 15, 2017 by magda
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...
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Posted on April 5, 2017 by magda
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...
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Posted on March 26, 2017 by magda
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...
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