„Heart and Mind” de Edith Sitwell
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
'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 …
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 …
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 …
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, …
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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 …
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 …
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, …
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, …
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