„Insensibility” de Wilfred Owen
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 are …
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„Scotland’s Winter” de Edwin Muir
Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill, The sun looks from the hill Helmed in his winter casket, And sweeps his arctic sword across the sky. The water at the mill Sounds more hoarse and …
„Napoleon” de Walter de la Mare
'What is the world, O soldiers? It is I: I, this incessant snow, This northern sky; Soldiers, this solitude Through which we go Is I.' — Soldați! Ce este lumea? Eu, eu! Eu sunt ninsoarea ce nu contenește …
„The White Goddess” de Robert Graves
All saints revile her, and all sober men Ruled by the God Apollo's golden mean - In scorn of which we sailed to find her In distant regions likeliest to hold her Whom we desired above all things …
„Silver” de Walter de la Mare
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched …
„Warning to Children” de Robert Graves
Children, if you dare to think Of the greatness, rareness, muchness Fewness of this precious only Endless world in which you say You live, you think of things like this: Blocks of slate enclosing dappled Red and green, …
„Self-Pity” de D.H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.Nu mi-a fost dat să văd cândva o vietate Care să-și plângă ei …
„Third Ypres” de Edmund Blunden
Triumph! How strange, how strong had triumph come On weary hate of foul and endless war When from its grey gravecloths awoke anew The summer day. Among the tumbled wreck Of fascinated lines and mounds the light was …
„The Execution of Cornelius Vane” de Herbert Read
Arraign'd before his worldly gods He would have said: " I, Cornelius Vane, A fly in the sticky web of life, Shot away my right index finger. Adus în fața zeilor lumești, Ar fi vorbit așa: – “Eu, …
„The Lighthouse” de Wilfrid Gibson
Just as my watch was done the fog had lifted, And we could see the flashing of our light, And see once more the reef beyond the Head Over which six days and nights the mist had drifted, …
„Strangeness of Heart” de Siegfried Sassoon
When I have lost the power to feel the pang Which first I felt in childhood when I woke And heard the unheeding garden bird who sang Strangeness of heart for me while morning broke; Or when in …
„Autumn” de Walter de la Mare
There is a wind where the rose was, Cold rain where sweet grass was, And clouds like sheep Stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was. E un vânt unde floare a fost, Ploi reci unde …
„That Exploit of Yours” de Ford Madox Ford
I meet with two soldiers sometimes here in Hell The one, with a tear on the seat of hi red pantaloons Was stuck by a pitchfork, Climbing a wall to steal apples. Aici, în iad, sunt doi soldați …
„The Wood-Cutter” de G.K. Chesterton
We came behind him by the wall, My brethren drew their brands, And they had strength to strike him down — And I to bind his hands. Pătruns-am dinspre zid; ceilalți L-au însemnat – toți ei Îl vor …
„Living” de Harold Monro
Slow bleak awakening from the morning dream Brings me in contact with the sudden day. I am alive – this I. I let my fingers move along my body. Realization warns them, and my nerves Prepare their rapid …
„October” de Edward Thomas
The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, - The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white, Harebell and scabious and tormentil, That blackberry and gorse, in …
„Falling Asleep” de Siegfried Sassoon
Voices moving about in the quiet house: Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors: Everyone yawning. Only the clocks are alert. Glasuri stârnite în casa tăcută; Tropot de tălpi și uși închise fără zgomot; Cască toți. …
„Lament” de Frank Stuart Flint
The young men of the world Are condemned to death. They have been called up to die For the crime of their fathers. Ai lumii tineri Sunt osândiți la moarte. Au fost chemați să moară Pentru a taților …
„Horses” de Edwin Muir
Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange horses came. By then we had made our covenant with silence, But in the first few days it …
„The Path” de Edward Thomas
Running along a bank, a parapet That saves from the precipitous wood below The level road, there is a path. It serves Children for looking down the long smooth steep, Between the legs of beech and yew, to …