CLASSIC POETRY

La sorella della vita

                    La sorella della vita – Sora vietii   Cu nimic nu se aseamana viata asa cum ii seamănă mortii. Este sora ei. Nici o diferentă. O iei de mână, ii asezi părul, o mângâi. Ea iti dăruieste o floare si iti zâmbeste. Ii ascunzi fata la piept si-i auzi vocea : să mergem, este timpul. Dar nu-ti vorbeste...Read More »

Ma vie c'est toi

                  Et si tu n’existais pas   Et si tu n’existais pas Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi Sans espoir et sans regret. Et si tu n’existais pas J’essaierais d’inventer l’amour Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts Naître les couleurs du jour Et qui n’en revient pas. Et si tu n’existais pas Dis-moi pour qui j’existerais Des passantes...Read More »

The Autumn

                                  The Autumn     Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them — The summer flowers depart — Sit still — as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart. How there you sat in summer-time, May yet be in your...Read More »

The arrow and the song

                                                      The arrow and the song   I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That...Read More »

Mary Magdalene

                                            Mary Magdalene As soon as night descends, we meet. Remorse my memories releases. The demons of the past compete, And draw and tear my heart to pieces, Sin, vice and madness and deceit, When I was slave of men’s caprices And when my dwelling was the street. The deathly silence is not far; A few more moments only matter, Which...Read More »

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 »

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