„The Gardener XVI” de Rabindranath Tagore
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts. It is the moonlit night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth …
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„In the Seven Woods” de W.B. Yeats
I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness That empty the heart. I have …
„Sonet XV” de William Shakespeare
When I consider everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth naught but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;Când ştiu că tot ce-n juru-ne viiază este desăvârşit numai o …
„The Gardener VIII” de Rabindranath Tagore
When the lamp went out by my bed I woke up with the early birds. I sat at my open window with a fresh wreath on my loose hair. The young traveller came along the road in the …
„The Fascination of What’s Difficult” de W.B. Yeats
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 …
„Sonet C” de William Shakespeare
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 …
„The Gardener V” de Rabindranath Tagore
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 …
„Meaning” de Czeslaw Milosz
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. …
„Sonet X” de William Shakespeare
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, …
„Fruit-Gathering I” de Rabindranath Tagore
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 …
„The Lake Isle of Innisfree” de W.B. Yeats
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 …
„Sonet II” de William Shakespeare
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 …
„The Gardener LXXXV” de Rabindranath Tagore
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. …
„Midnight” de Archibald Lampman
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 …
„Sonet XIV” de William Shakespeare
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 …
„The Gardener XXXI” de Rabindranath Tagore
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 …
„Ice” de Charles G.D. Roberts
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 …
„Sonet XXVIII” de William Shakespeare
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 Gardener VI” de Rabindranath Tagore
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." …
„In Situ” de Phyllis Webb
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 …