{"id":9302,"date":"2019-05-17T09:40:44","date_gmt":"2019-05-17T06:40:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9302"},"modified":"2019-05-17T09:40:44","modified_gmt":"2019-05-17T06:40:44","slug":"min-sjal-my-soul-sufletul-meu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9302","title":{"rendered":"Min Sj\u00e4l \/ My soul \/ Sufletul meu"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Min Sj\u00e4l \/ My soul \/ Sufletul meu<\/p>\n

Min sj\u00e4l kan icke ber\u00e4tta och veta n\u00e5gon sanning,
\nmin sj\u00e4l kan endast gr\u00e5ta och skratta och vrida sina h\u00e4nder;
\nmin sj\u00e4l kan icke minnas och f\u00f6rsvara,
\nmin sj\u00e4l kan icke \u00f6verv\u00e4ga och bekr\u00e4fta.
\nN\u00e4r jag var ett barn s\u00e5g jag havet: det var bl\u00e5tt,
\ni min ungdom m\u00f6tte jag en blomma: hon var r\u00f6d,
\nnu sitter vid min sida en fr\u00e4mling: han \u00e4r utan f\u00e4rg,
\nmen jag \u00e4r icke mera r\u00e4dd f\u00f6r honom \u00e4n jungfrun var f\u00f6r draken.
\nN\u00e4r riddaren kom var jungfrun r\u00f6d och vit,
\nmen jag har m\u00f6rka ringar under \u00f6gonen.<\/p>\n

EDITH S\u00d6DERGRAN
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\nMy soul<\/p>\n

My soul can tell and know no truth,
\nmy soul can only cry and laugh and twist its hands;
\nmy soul cannot remember and defend,
\nmy soul cannot consider and confirm.
\nWhen I was a child I saw the sea: it was blue,
\nin my youth I met a flower: it was red,
\nnow by my side a stranger is sitting: he has no colour,
\nbut I fear him no more than the maiden fears the dragon
\nWhen the knight came, the maiden was red and white,
\nbut I have dark circles under my eyes.
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\nSufletul meu<\/p>\n

Sufletul meu nu poate spune nici sti adevarul,
\nsufletul meu poate doar sa planga si sa rada si sa-si franga mainile;
\nsufletul nu-si poate aminti nici apara,
\nsufletul meu nu poate reflecta nici confirma.
\nCand am fost copil am vazut marea: era albastra,
\nin tineretea-mi am intalnt o floare: era rosie,
\nacum langa mine sta un strain: el n-are culoare,
\ndar nu ma tem de el mai mult decat fecioara se teme de zmeu
\nCand cavalerul veni, fecioara fu rosie si alba,
\ninsa eu am cercuri negre sub ochi.<\/p>\n

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Maria Magdalena<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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