„Altă matematică” de Nichita Stănescu
Noi ştim că unu ori unu fac unu, dar un inorog ori o pară nu ştim cât face. Ştim că cinci fără patru fac unu, dar un nor fără o corabie nu ştim cât face. Ştim, noi ştim …
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Nu se ştie niciodată ce se poate întâmpla cu găurile :D
„O, rămâi” de Mihai Eminescu
"O, rămâi, rămâi la mine, Te iubesc atât de mult! Ale tale doruri toate Numai eu ştiu să le-ascult;"O remain, dear one, I love you, Stay with me in my fair land, For your dreamings and your longings …
„The Rose” de William Butler Yeats
When you are old and gray 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;Căruntă, picotind …
„Sonet CXX” de William Shakespeare
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.Cruzimea ta de ieri azi mă-ndulceşte şi-nseninează …
„Despre starea de zbatere” de Nichita Stănescu
Ca şi cum un tăiş superior mi-ar fi despărţit norii de vârfurile munţilor, aşa se zbate trupul meu uriaş, decapitat, lăsându-şi pe cer capul fugitiv.As though the superior knife adge had cut my clouds from the mountain tops …
„Pe lângă plopii fără soţ…” de Mihai Eminescu
Pe lângă plopii fără soţ Adesea am trecut; Mă cunoşteau vecinii toţi - Tu nu m-ai cunoscut.Down where the lonely poplars grow How often have I erred; My steps that all the neighbours know You only have not …
„De dragoste” de Nichita Stănescu
Ea stă plictisită şi foarte frumoasă părul ei negru este supărat mâna ei luminoasă demult m-a uitat, - demult s-a uitat şi pe sine cum atârnă pe ceafa scaunului.She remains bored and very beautiful her black hair is …
„Politics” de W.B. Yeats
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has both read …
„Sonet XVIII” de William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.Să te asemăn cu o zi …
„Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” de Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.A cui pădure-i, cred a şti. Dar casa lui …
„Necuvintele” de Nichita Stănescu
El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete. Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi. El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ. Eu am întins spre …
„Sonet CXXII” de William Shakespeare
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain Beyond all date, even to eternity;Ţin filele de tine scrise-n minte cu litere fierbinţi, de neuitare, ce-s mai …
„Piano” de D.H. Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, …
„At first sight” de Robert Graves
'Love at first sight' some say, misnaming Discovery of twinned helplessness Against the huge tug of procreation.Iubire la prima vedere, spun unii, Numind astfel greşit geamăna neputinţă În faţa curentului plin de forţă al procreaţiei.But friendship at first …
„Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry” de Howard Nemerov
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned into pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.Vrăbii ciuguleau prin lapoviţa de gheaţă, care În timp ce priveai …
„Sonet LXXV” de William Shakespeare
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found:Visului meu …
„God’s Grandeur” de Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur og 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? …