Alone / Singur
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the...Read More »
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CATALINA FRANCU!
Born on 22nd of April, when all flowers are alive and searching for her arms!!!
Catalina filled with flowers and poetry
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Dragostea mea / My Love
Eu stiu ca tu nu meriti dragostea
si-mi place totusi sa ti-o daruiesc;
dar parca bolta merita vreo stea,
si totusi câte-ntr-însa s-oglindesc…
Nu meriti iarasi clipele de-acum
si gândurile bune câte ti le-am dat,
dar parca merita noroiul de pe drum
petalele ce peste el s-au scuturat?
Iubirea însa e ca soarele,
care ramâne...Read More »
THE SMILE / ZAMBETUL
There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet
And there is a Frown of Hate
And there is a Frown of disdain
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain
For...Read More »
OUR MASTERPIECE IS THE PRIVATE LIFE / CAPODOPERA NOASTRA-I VIATA INTIMA
Is there something down by the water keeping itself from us,
Some shy event, some secret of the light that falls upon the deep,
Some source of sorrow that does not wish to be discovered yet?
Why should we care? Doesn’t desire cast...Read More »
The Word / Cuvantul
Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song,
Or a flame, or a two-edged sword;
Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume,
Or a drop of gall is a word.
You may choose your word like a connoisseur,
And polish it up with art,
But the word...Read More »
The Tyger / Tigrul
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of...Read More »
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 »
“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 »
Wild nights – Wild nights! / Salbatice nopti – Salbatice!
Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
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 –
Salbatice...Read More »