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Auguries of Innocence

de William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand

And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage

Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons

Shudders hell through all its regions.

A dog starved at his master's gate

Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road

Calls to heaven for human blood.

Each outcry of the hunted hare

A fibre from the brain does tear.

...restul aici (e prea lunga sa o postez toata)

Sweetly parading you go my soul of soul, go not without me;

life of your friends, enter not the garden without me.

Sky, revolve not without me; moon, shine not without me;

earth travel not without me, and time, go not without me.

With you this world is joyous, and with you that world is joyous;

in this world dwell not without me, and to that world depart not without me.

Vision, know not without me, and tongue, recite not without

me; glance behold not without me, and soul, go not without me.

The night through the moon's light sees its face white; I am

light, you are my moon, go not to heaven without me.

The thorn is secure from the fire in the shelter of the roses

face: you are the rose, I your thorn; go not into the rose garden without me.

I run in the curve of your mallet when your eye is with me;

even so gaze upon me, drive not without me, go not without me.

When, joy, you are companion of the king, drink not without

me; when, watchman, you go to the kings roof, go not without me.

Alas for him who goes on this road without your sign; since

you, O signless one, are my sign, go not without me.

Alas for him who goes on the road without my knowledge;

you are the knowledge of the road for me; O road-knower, go not without me.

Others call you love, I call you the king of love; O you who are

higher than the imagination of this and that, go not without me.

Mystical poems by Rumi

Daca ai pisica, ai sa-nveti sa torci; ai sa-nveti sa mangai dar sa nu te-ntorci.

Ai sa stii sa pregeti daca e nevoie, dar sa ai curajul sa faci ce nu-i voie.

Daca ai pisica, stii deja, prea bine, ca cel ce iubeste vine el la tine;

N-ai sa cauti blidul unde nu-i mancare si-ai sa stii sa sfasii, n-ai sa taci cand doare.

Vei lua tu insati orice vrei, de-oriunde, fara sa lasi temeri, griji sa te inunde.

Viata e prea scurta, miza nu e mica; ai sa-nveti trairea, daca ai pisica.

Autor Anonim

FIRE AND ICE by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire;

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

SELF PITY by D.H. Lawrence

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough,

without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Naeema a scris:

Daca ai pisica, ai sa-nveti sa torci; ai sa-nveti sa mangai dar sa nu te-ntorci.

Ai sa stii sa pregeti daca e nevoie, dar sa ai curajul sa faci ce nu-i voie.

Daca ai pisica, stii deja, prea bine, ca cel ce iubeste vine el la tine;

N-ai sa cauti blidul unde nu-i mancare si-ai sa stii sa sfasii, n-ai sa taci cand doare.

Vei lua tu insati orice vrei, de-oriunde, fara sa lasi temeri, griji sa te inunde.

Viata e prea scurta, miza nu e mica; ai sa-nveti trairea, daca ai pisica.

Autor Anonim

Iata cineva care stie sa inteleaga pisicile. Si oamenii de altfel.

Si zici ca frumusetea asta de poezie este anonima?

Naeema a scris:

FIRE AND ICE by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire;

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

Si asta este foarte misto. daca o citesti, are un ritm ...

lynxul_negru a scris:

Iata cineva care stie sa inteleaga pisicile. Si oamenii de altfel.

Si zici ca frumusetea asta de poezie este anonima?

Poezia pisiceasca, am citit-o candva pe un blog. Nu era precizat autorul. Era la categoria "Poezii pentru pitici, oameni mari dar si pisici" :) Posibil sa fi fost compusa chiar de autorul blogului.

As I Walked Out One Evening

by W. H. Auden

As I walked out one evening,

Walking down Bristol Street,

The crowds upon the pavement

Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river

I heard a lover sing

Under an arch of the railway:

'Love has no ending.

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you

Till China and Africa meet,

And the river jumps over the mountain

And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean

Is folded and hung up to dry

And the seven stars go squawking

Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits,

For in my arms I hold

The Flower of the Ages,

And the first love of the world.

'But all the clocks in the city

Began to whirr and chime:

'O let not Time deceive you,

You cannot conquer Time.'

In the burrows of the Nightmare

Where Justice naked is,

Time watches from the shadow

And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry

Vaguely life leaks away,

And Time will have his fancy

To-morrow or to-day.

...restul poeziei

Nu pastra pentru tine ...

nu pastra pentru tine, prietene, taina inimii tale,

spune-mi-o mie, doar mie, in taina

tu, ce zambesti cu-atata gingasie

sopteste-mi cat mai lin : inima mea te va auzi

nu urechea.

adanca-i noaptea, casa tacuta

cuiburile pasarilor invaluite in somn

deschide-ti printre lacrimi furise

printre zambete nesigure

printr-o dulce-mbujorare a durerii

deschide-ti taina inimii tale ...

Rabindranath Tagore

Nicolae Labis

Epitaf I

Iertat sa fie cel ce la manie

Mi-a implantat cutitul pan' la os,

Dar neuitat si neiertat sa fie

Cel care-a ras de gandu-mi bataios.

Epitaf II

N-am jinduit sa surp sori plini de viata

Ori din plante moarte sa scapar eu scantei,

Dar tind s-aprind din mohorata ceata

Al cugetarii strugur si-al semenilor mei

Prea sărac

Autor / Poet: Ion Luca Caragiale

Am zis iubitei mele:

Cum sa-mi impiedic sufletul

sa nu-l ajunga cutremurat pe-al tau ?

Cum sa-l inalt deasupra ta

spre alte lucruri, altundeva ?

O, cum, cum l-as aduna

langa ceva pierdut in intuneric,

Intr-un ungher tacut, strain, nefrematand,

ce nu se-ndeparteaza

cand adancurile-ti luneca departe, unduind.

Ci tot ce ne-nfioara, pe tine si pe mine,

ne impreuna totusi asa cum un arcus

din doua strune doar un sunet scoate.

Pe ce vioara suntem instrunati ?

Si ce artist ne tine-n mana lui,

cantec sublim cum altul nu-i ?

Cantec de dragoste - Rainer Maria Rilke

Anii de la tine la mine - Paul Celan

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