I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. I E toamnă-acum, cad frunzele și-ncepe călătoria lungă spre uitare. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit …
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine; Those scentless wisps of straw that, miserable, line His strait, caged universe, whereat the dull world stares. El rupe și-mpletește …
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea. …
First in the North. The black sea-tangle beaches, Brine-bitter stillness, tablet strewn morass, Tall women against the sky with heads covered, The witch's house below the black-toothed mountain, Wave-echo in the roofless chapel, The twice-dead castle on the …
His eyes are quickened so with grief, He can watch a grass or leaf Every instant grow; he can Clearly through a flint wall see, Or watch the startled spirit flee From the throat of a dead man. …
The mind trembles from the assault of angels; Running in familiar light it sees the sea, It remembers the dark subway and the lost fields of childhood, It remembers the loneliness of first love and the end of …
There was this road, And it led up-hill, And it led down-hill, And round and in and out. Acesta era drumul, Ducea în sus, Ducea în jos, Încoace și încolo.
Poetry? It’s a hobby. I run model trains. Mr. Shaw there breeds pigeons. Scrii Poezii? E-un hobby. Eu cumpăr trenulețe. Shaw crește porumbei.
Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on - on - and out of sight. Ca la …
Dying sun, shine warm a little longer! My eye, dazzled with tears, shall dazzle yours, Conjuring you to shine and not to move. You, sun, and I all afternoon have laboured Beneath a dewless and oppressive cloud-- a …
Was he married, did he try To support as he grew less fond of them Wife and family? A fost căsătorit, a căutat Să-și sprijine soția și copiii Când nu i-au mai plăcut? No, He never suffered such …
I love to see those loving and beloved Whom Nature seems to have spited; unattractive, Unnoticeable people, whose dry track No honey-drop of praise, or understanding, Or bare acknowledgement that they existed, Perhaps yet moistened. Still, they make …
There are the Alps. What is there to say about them? They don't make sense. Fatal glaciers, crags cranks climb, jumbled boulder and weed, pasture and boulder, scree, et l'on entend, maybe, le refrain joyeux et leger. Who …
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. For the female of the species …
When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is …
On the way to Kew, By the river old and gray, Where in the Long Ago, We laughed and loitered so, I met a ghost to-day, A ghost that told of you – A ghost of old replies …
If trees were tall and grasses short, As in some crazy tale, If here and there a sea were blue Beyond the breaking pale,De-ar fi mari pomii ca în basme Și iarba de o șchioapă Și s-ar ghici …
Said the Lion to the Lioness – ‘When you are amber dust, – No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun (No liking but all lust) – Remember still the flowering of the amber blood …
'Are you awake, Gemelli, This frosty night?' 'We'll be awake till reveillé, Which is Sunrise,' say the Gemelli, 'It's no good trying to go to sleep: If there's wine to be got we'll drink it deep, But rest …
A million million spermatozoa All of them alive; Out of their cataclysm but one poor Noah Dare hope to survive. Din bilioanele de spermatozoizi Care-au trăit cândva, Să supraviețuiască după cataclism Doar bietul Noe mai spera. And among …
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