The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt That must, as if it had not holy blood …
Where art thou, muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song, Dark'ning thy power to lend base subjects light?Unde eşti, muză? Ai …
I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever …
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset. The true meaning, ready to be decoded. What never added up will add Up, What was incomprehensible will be comprehended. …
For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident;De dragoste ruşine-i să n-asculţi o, tu, …
Bid me and I shall gather my fruits to bring them in full baskets into your courtyard, though some are lost and some not ripe.Porunceşte, şi eu voi culege toate fructele mele pentru a ţi le aduce în …
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud …
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed, of small worth held.De patruzeci de ierni când să te-apropii …
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. …
From where I sit, I see the stars, And down the chilly floor The moon between the frozen bars Is glimmering dim and hoar.De aici văd, sus, constelaţiile, Şi jos podeaua de gheaţă Luna cu haloul îngheţat Sticleşte …
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality.Eu nu culeg din stele-nţelepciune şi totuşi sunt …
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but …
When Winter scourged the meadow and the hill And in the withered leafage worked his will, The water shrank, and shuddered, and stood still, - Then built himself a magic house of glass, Irised with memories of flowers …
How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest, When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night, and night by day, oppressed,Fericea stare cum voi dobândi-o, norocul somnului …
The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate. The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to wood." …
The poet in his tree of hell will see life steadily and see it well. The world is round. It moves in circles. The poet in his vision tree imparts immaculate necessity to murder, ignorance and lust.Poetul în …
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.O, mai frumoasă este frumuseţea, …
"Ah, poet, the evening draws near; your hair is turning grey. Do you in your lonely musing hear the message of the hereafter?" "It is evening, the poet said, and I am listening because some one may call …
Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs. I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou …
Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled Thy beauty's form in table of my heart. My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective it is best painter's art;Ochiul, pe placa inimii mi-a scris, pictor …
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