„L’Envoi” de Rudyard Kipling
The smoke upon your Altar dies, The flowers decay, The Goddess of your sacrifice Has flown away. What profit then to sing or slay The sacrifice from day to day? Pe-altarul vostru fumul scade Şi crinii pier – …
The smoke upon your Altar dies, The flowers decay, The Goddess of your sacrifice Has flown away. What profit then to sing or slay The sacrifice from day to day? Pe-altarul vostru fumul scade Şi crinii pier – …
To you, my purse, and to no other creature I lament, for you are my lady dear. I am so sorry now that you are light! Surely, unless you make me heavier cheer, I may as well be …
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it - lie down for …
Soarele-n zenit ţine cântarul zilei. Cerul se dăruieşte apelor de jos. Cu ochi cuminţi dobitoace în trecere îşi privesc fără de spaimă umbra în albii. Frunzare se boltesc adânci peste o-ntreagă poveste. The sun at noo holds high …
The day begins to droop,— Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. Ziua s-a dus, - umbrele au prins Să se pogoare; Nici nu mai licăre urma Stinsului soare. The hazy darkness …
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town; Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs …
De-acuma nu te-oi mai vedea, Rămâi, rămâi cu bine! Mă voi feri în calea mea De tine. We part for ever from today, Farewell beloved one; And I, unto my death, your way Will shun.
Dormeau adânc sicriele de plumb, Şi flori de plumb şi funerar veştmânt — Stam singur în cavou... şi era vânt... Şi scârţâiau coroanele de plumb.Deep sunk in sleep the coffins lay - of lead - And leaden flowers …
To Christ our Lord Domnului nostru Iisus Hristos I caught this morning morning's minion, king – dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how …
Simţii atunci în mine o repede schimbare... Părea că mă duc îngeri pe-o dulce legănare... Lăsându-mi învelişul la viermii din mormânt, Pluteam prin al meu suflet, mai sus de-acest pământ. Eram împins de-o forţă şi tainică şi mare, …
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste …
They first charged me with disorderly conduct, There being no statute on blasphemy. Later they locked me up as insane Where I was beaten to death by a Catholic guard. My offense was this: I said God lied …
The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty Swans. Copacii au căpătat frumuseţea lor de …
Dust of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered the world, Dead with my death! Not knowing Breath, though you tried so hard, With a heart that beat when you lived …
Lui Nichifor Crainic În porturi deschise spre taina marilor ape am cântat cu pescarii, umbre înalte pe maluri, visând corăbii încărcate de miracol străin. Alături de lucrătorii încinşi în zale cănite am ridicat poduri de oţel peste râuri …
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk: One, the house I built on the hill, With its spires, bay windows, and roof of slate; The other, the lake-front in Chicago, Where the railroad keeps a switching yard, …
Into love and out again, Thus I went, and thus I go. Spare your voice, and hold your pen- Well and bitterly I know All the songs were ever sung, All the words were ever said; Could it …
I was just turned twenty-one, And Henry Phipps, the Sunday-school superintendent, Made a speech in Bindle’s Opera House. “The honor of the flag must be upheld,” he said, “Whether it be assailed by a barbarous tribe of Tagalogs …
At dawn I sighed to see my hairs fall; At dusk I sighed to see my hairs fall. For I dreaded the time when the last lock should go... They are all gone and I do not mind …
Did you ever see an alligator Come up to the air from the mud, Staring blindly under the full glare of noon? Have you seen the stabled horses at night Tremble and start back at the sight of …
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