„Insensibility” de Wilfred Owen
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 …
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 …
În perioada 7-10 februarie 2013, la Sala Milano de la Hotel Siqua, Calea Plevnei, Bucureşti, se desfăşoară un curs de optimizarea competenţelor de traducere. Cursul este conceput astfel încât să servească atât candidaţilor la obţinerea Certificatului de traducător …
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 …
Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. Sfioasă, sfioasă, Sfioasă dorului meu, Se mişcă la para focului Cu gândul departe. She carries in the dishes, And lays them in …
Shortly after the revival of learning in Europe. Curând după începutul Renaşterii în Europa. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe …
The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright – And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. Pe …
Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trades, …
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