The petals fall in the fountain, the orange-coloured rose-leaves, Their ochre clings to the stone.Petalele cad în fântână, portocalii petale de trandafiri, Culoarea lor se-nchearbă de piatră.Ezra Poundtraducere de Ion Caraion
A fost odată ca-n poveşti, A fost ca niciodată, Din rude mari împărăteşti, O prea frumoasă fată.Once on a time, as poets sing High tales with fancy laden, Born of a very noble king There lived a wondrous …
În mine erau douăzeci de generaţii Pe puţin Şi-azi-dimineaţă, nu ştiu din ce cauză, Unul s-a aruncat de la etaj.There used to be twenty generations within me. At least. I cannot tell why but this morning, Maybe because …
Cimpoiul veşted luncii, sau fluierul în drum Durerea divizată o sună-ncet, mai tare... Dar piatra-n rugăciune, a humei despuiare Şi unda logodită sub cer, vor spune - cum? The bagpipe sear to meadows or flutes to highways dry …
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank, she lends to those are free.De ce cu dulce risipire cheltui doar pentru tine-a frumuseţii rază? Nu …
"Come to us, youth, tell us truly why there is madness in your eyes?" "I know not what wine of wild poppy I have drunk, that there is this madness in my eyes." "Ah, shame!" "Well, some are …
Mi-am realizat Toate profeţiile Politice. Sunt fericit... Frumos Este cerul Senin, sau mânios. Un aforism celebru Te face să trăieşti... Nu-i mâini, Nici azi, Nici ieri, Timpul... I have fulfilled All my political Prophecies. Happy I am, Beautiful …
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.Privindu-te-n oglindă spune-i celui …
Day after day he comes and goes away. Go, and give him a flower from my hair, my friend. If he asks who was it that sent it, I entreat you do not tell him my name — …
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness.Străbăteam câmpurile îngheţate într-un vagon în zori. Un sturz s-a înălţat în întuneric.And suddenly a hare ran across the road. One …
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory;Frumoaselor făpturi le vrem vlăstare, iar frumuseţii-un spor de dăinuire şi-n …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 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 …
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 …
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 …
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. …
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, …
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