SeqenenreTao 2600 Raportează post Postat August 13, 2013 n-ai rima te doare-n stima :) Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat August 13, 2013 (editat) But someone pass me The fragrant cup Full of dark light, So that I may rest now; for sweet It would be to drowse amid shadows. It is not good To be soulless With mortal thoughts, But good Is converse, and to speak The heart's opinion to hear many tales About the days of love And deeds that have occurred. A Reading of Love in Höderlin's "Andenken" Katrin Pahl The German QuarterlyVol. 78, No. 2 (Spring, 2005), pp. 192-206 Editat August 13, 2013 de Ea. 1 Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
SeqenenreTao 2600 Raportează post Postat August 13, 2013 Simt dorul doar in acel loc Ce nu cunoaste soare ori lumina Ce-a cunoscut mangaierea gurii Si-a tremurat a ploaie in zi senina 1 Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat August 13, 2013 (editat) fata, careia ii dedici poeme, nu mai e intre noi -- how her loose curls float above the silver fish as she leans in to pluck its eyes -- You died just hours ago. Not suddenly, no. You'd been dying so long nothing looked like itself: from your window, fishermen swirled sequins; fishnets entangled the moon. Now the dark rain looks like dark rain. Only the wine shimmers with candlelight. I refill the glasses as we raise a toast to you as so and so's daughter -- elfin, jittery as a sparrow -- slides into another lap to eat another pair of slippery eyes with her soft fingers, fingers rosier each time, for being chewed a little. If only I could go to you, revive you. You must be a little alive still. I'd like to put the girl in your lap. She's almost feverishly warm, she weighs hardly anything. I want to show you how she relishes each eye, to show you her greed for them. She is placing one on her tongue, Bright as a polished coin -- What do they taste like? I asked. Twisting in my lap, she leaned back sleepily. They taste like eyes, she said. -- Mary Szybist, Portland Editat August 13, 2013 de Ea. 1 Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
SeqenenreTao 2600 Raportează post Postat August 13, 2013 felicitari, ai castigat un asalt in fata unui non-combat felicitari, ai castigat un razboi la care nu am participat 1 Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat August 13, 2013 felicitari, ai castigat un asalt in fata unui non-combat felicitari, ai castigat un razboi la care nu am participat razboi Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
SeqenenreTao 2600 Raportează post Postat August 13, 2013 Daca tot iti sunt indiferent De ce in tot ce faci sunt inerent? Daca tot ce vrei e sa dispar De ce esti mereu acolo unde eu apar? Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat August 13, 2013 C. We shifted like embarrassed generals Amateurishly dealing peace. It was not clear Who had initiated hostilities, our Casualties or even who had won? Only we wanted borders where there had been none; Diplomatic missions, common protocols. I preferred the war, When we loved each other. IAN DUHIG G. Desmond O'Grady My love is dressed in green, In a green gown with green buttons ; She sits on the green bank in the garden Under the green leaved trees and The living flowers. 1 Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat August 14, 2013 (editat) Melissa pe când întorc filele chipului eipe când îi ascult cu atenţie surâsurile unul câte unul *** un cuvântatât de nesupusatât de recules.ca o respiraţieneauzită.un cuvântînvecinându-secu cerul. *** în vârful creionului frumuseţea ta şi anatomia poemuluicu oasele lui imponderabile:frumuseţea tainsuportabilă... *** Iulian Boldea Editat August 14, 2013 de Ea. 1 Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat August 14, 2013 tuturor doamnelor si domnisoarelor The RoseThe rose is obsoletebut each petal ends inan edge, the double facetcementing the groovedcolumns of air --- The edgecuts without cuttingmeets --- nothing --- renewsitself in metal or porcelain ---whither? It ends ---But if it endsthe start is begunso that to engage rosesbecomes a geometry ---Sharper, neater, more cuttingfigured in majolica ---the broken plateglazed with a roseSomewhere the sensemakes copper rosessteel roses ---The rose carried weight of lovebut love is at an end - of rosesIt is at the edge of thepetal that love waitsCrisp, worked to defeatlaboredness --- fragileplucked, moist, half-raisedcold, precise, touchingWhatThe place between the petal'sedge and theFrom the petal's edge a line startsthat being of steelinfinitely fine, infinitelyrigid penetratesthe Milky Waywithout contact --- liftingfrom it --- neither hangingnor pushing ---The fragility of the flowerunbruisedpenetrates space. William Carlos Williams (VII of "Spring and All") 1 Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
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