Prin vegherile noastre — site de in — vremea se cerne, şi-o pulbere albă pe tâmple s-aşază. Aurorele încă se mai aprind, şi-aşteptăm. Aşteptăm o singură oră să ne-mpărtăşim din verde imperiu, din raiul sorin. Strained through our …
About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; how well, they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged …
Aci sunt giuvaiere ce-mpart cu dărnicie. Cristalizate fost-au de mine-n focul vieţii, Şi-n apa lor răsfrânt-am minunea tinereţii, Iar de-artă şlefuite sunt azi pentru vecie. Here lavishly these jewels among all men I share; In the high fire …
Had I the heavens‘ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, …
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear. Tăcere nobilă, strecoară-ţi tactul şi melodia, gingaş, în spirele auzului meu, condu-mă negreşit, …
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Eu nu strivesc corola de minuni a lumii şi nu ucid cu mintea tainele, ce le-ntâlnesc în calea mea în flori, în ochi, pe buze ori morminte. Lumina altora sugrumă vraja nepătrunsului ascuns în adâncimi de întuneric, dar …
Let me be to Thee as the circling bird, Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings That shapes in half-light his departing rings, From both of whom a changeless note is heard. I have found my music in …
În salonul plin de vise, În oglinda larg-ovală încadrată în argint, Bate toamna, Şi grădina cangrenată, În oglinda larg-ovală încadrată în argint. In the drawing-room full of dreams, In the wide-oval mirror framed in silver, Knocks autumn And …
I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers. Aud o oaste atacând pământul …
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers. The front line withers, But they …
Porumbii-prooroci îşi scaldă aripile înnegrite de funingine în ploile de sus. Eu cânt — semne, semne de plecare sunt. Prophetic doves bathe in the rain up there, wings blackened by soot. I sing — signs, they are signs …
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what‘s to blame? you think you see a monk! What, 'tis past midnight, and you go the rounds, And here …
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? …
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For the journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter. And the camels galled, …
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; Când …
Cu mâine zilele-ţi adaogi, Cu ieri viaţa ta o scazi Şi ai cu toate astea-n faţă De-a pururi ziua cea de azi. Your days increase with each tomorrow, With yesterday your life grows less, In front of you …
La paşa vine un arab, Cu ochii stinşi, cu graiul slab. – „Sunt, paşă, neam de beduin, Şi de la Bab-el-Manteb vin Să-l vând pe El-Zorab. An Arab to pasha draws near, His eyesight dim and his voice …
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. Pârâu-acesta mohorât, murg fără şa, rostogolit cu muget peste pietre, …
The sea was sapphire colored, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air, We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair For the blue lands that to the eastward lie. From the steep prow I …
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