CLASSIC POETRY

Alone / Singur

                    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 »

Born in April

                                    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 ...Read More »

Dragostea mea / My Love

                  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

                    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 ESTE VIATA INTIMA

                    OUR MASTERPIECE IS THE PRIVATE LIFE / CAPODOPERA NOASTRA-I VIATA INTIMA I 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

                  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

                  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

                  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 – / “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! / Salbatice nopti – Salbatice! Wild nights – Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! 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 – In thee! Emily Dickinson …………………………….. Salbatice...Read More »

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