{"id":9511,"date":"2020-08-17T08:11:43","date_gmt":"2020-08-17T05:11:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9511"},"modified":"2020-08-17T08:13:24","modified_gmt":"2020-08-17T05:13:24","slug":"a-fairly-sad-tale-o-poveste-destul-de-trista","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9511","title":{"rendered":"A FAIRLY SAD TALE \/ O POVESTE DESTUL DE TRISTA"},"content":{"rendered":"

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A FAIRLY SAD TALE \/ O POVESTE DESTUL DE TRISTA<\/p>\n

I think that I shall never know
\nWhy I am thus, and I am so.
\nAround me, other girls inspire
\nIn men the rush and roar of fire,
\nThe sweet transparency of glass,
\nThe tenderness of April grass,
\nThe durability of granite;
\nBut me- I don’t know how to plan it.
\nThe lads I’ve met in Cupid’s deadlock
\nWere- shall we say?- born out of wedlock.
\nThey broke my heart, they stilled my song,
\nAnd said they had to run along,
\nExplaining, so to sop my tears,
\nFirst came their parents or careers.
\nBut ever does experience
\nDeny me wisdom, calm, and sense!
\nThough she’s a fool who seeks to capture
\nThe twenty-first fine, careless rapture,
\nI must go on, till ends my rope,
\nWho from my birth was cursed with hope.
\nA heart in half is chaste, archaic;
\nBut mine resembles a mosaic-
\nThe thing’s become ridiculous!
\nWhy am I so? Why am I thus?
\n…………………………………………………..
\nO poveste destul de trista<\/p>\n

Eu cred ca nu voi sti defel
\nDe ce-s asa si nu altfel
\nIn juru-mi fetele inspira
\n-n barbati freamat, foc ce mira,
\nal sticlei transparent gentil,
\ntandretea ierbii de April,
\nperenitate de granit
\neu, insa, nu m-am planuit.
\nFlacaii intalniti prin barzi
\nerau, sa zicem, cam bastarzi.
\nImi frangeau inima si cantul
\nS-apoi fugeau mancand pamantul
\nSpunand, ca sa-mi usuce fata,
\nca-s prioritari parintii, viata.
\nDar nu imi neaga experienta
\nnicicand calmul, inteligenta.
\nDesi-i naiva cea ce cata
\nSa fie-o vesnic nonsalanta,
\nTre’ sa-mi port funia pe distanta
\nEu, blestemata cu speranta.
\nO inima-n jumate franta
\ne pura, casta, este sfanta
\nsi are-o aura de-arhaic.
\nA mea arata cam mozaic.<\/p>\n

Povestea mea e de belea:
\nDe ce nu-s altfel si-s asa?
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\nMaria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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