Poezii/versuri preferate

Nichita Stanescu

Ce bine ca esti ,ce mirare ca sunt!

Doua cantece diferite,lovindu-se,amestecandu-se

doua culori ce nu s-au vazut niciodata,

una foarte de jos,intoarsa spre pamant,

una foarte de sus, aproape rupta

in infrigurata, neasemuita lupta

a minunii ca esti,a-ntamplarii ca sunt.

..De-i astepta si asteptand intruna,

tu nici o clipa n-ai sa obosesti,

mintit de-ai fi, sa nu slujesti minciuna,

urat de-ai fi, pe nimeni sa urasti;

..De poti visa, dar nu faci pe sihastrul,

De poti gandi, dar nu-ti faci scop din gand,

De poti privi izbanda si dezastrul

drept doi vicleni pe-aceeasi treapta stand.

..De poti privi in tandari spulberarata

lucrarea pentru care te-ai jertfit

si te cobori s-o-nalti mai minunata

chiar cand unealta-n mani ti s-a topit

De poti sa uiti de tot castigul tau

ce-ajuta pe-altii ca un falnic far,

si-ades pierzandu-l, sa incepi din nou

si nimanui sa nu te plangi macar;

De-i folosi si inima si nervii

si fibrele din care-ai fost urzit,

sa te-ncununi ca floarea ierbii,

desi de mult puteai fi vestejit;

De urci mereu si creste-a ta credinta

o mana fiind de-nfrante oseminte

tarate doar de apriga vointa

ce darza-ti porunceste: inainte!

..Atunci, in lung si-n lat cat vantul bate

pamant si cer pe veci ai dobandit;

Atunci te porti ca cel desavarsit;

esti OM, esti cel ce totul poate."

Rudyard Kipling

~

"Iubea un om cu inima curata

O fata ca si el tot ne-ntinata.

Rabda mereu de la dusmani batjocuri,

cum dai cu bata-n minge pe la jocuri.

Nu ridica spranceana la injurii

Si-n van ai fi-ncercat sa mi-l infurii.

Ii spuse cineva: -"Nu ti-e rusine?

Batjocurile curg puhoi pe tine,

Iti vlaguira trupul intr-atata,

Ca toate rabzi si nu ridici nici bata?

Nu mai ierta vrasmasilor urgia

ce spun ce ca tu nu sti ce-i barbatia."

Raspunse cel cu dragoste fierbinte,

Cu aur scrieti ale lui cuvinte:

- "Mi-e inima o casa plina de iubire,

cum poate ura-ntransa sa-si afle adapostire?"

Saadi

~

look at love

how it tangles

with the one fallen in love

look at spirit

how it fuses with earth

giving it new life

why are you so busy

with this or that or good or bad

pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all

the known and the unknown

see how the unknown merges into the known

why think seperately

of this life and the next

when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue

one feels but deaf and dumb

the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire

earth and wind

enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb

the lion and the deer

far away yet together

look at the unity of this

spring and winter

manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends

since the earth and the sky

are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane

sweet yet silent

don't get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows

right out of my own heart

how much more union can there be

Rumi

~

Those who don't feel this Love

pulling them like a river,

those who don't drink dawn

like a cup of spring water

or take in sunset like supper,

those who don't want to change,

let them sleep.

This Love is beyond the study of theology,

that old trickery and hypocrisy.

If you want to improve your mind that way,

sleep on.

I've given up on my brain.

I've torn the cloth to shreds

and thrown it away.

If you're not completely naked,

wrap your beautiful robe of words

around you,

and sleep.

Rumi

~

Why should I seek? I am the same as

He. His essence speaks through me.

I have been looking for myself!

Rumi

Boemă

Umblam cu pumnii-n buzunările crăpate

Şi chiar paltonul

Sete

Nichita Stanescu

Se dizolva in mine, incet,

chipul tau, de piatra solubila

o, tu, dansand un menuet,

pururea nubila

Ma vor bea candva zeii

si vor simti in mine gustul tau

candva, cand in toamna-se-vor teii

de sete si de rau

Dar inca mai ninge,inca mai ninge

cu tine in mine raman inghetat

...suava meninge

si somn tulburat.

Mihai Eminescu

Venere si Madonă

Ideal pierut

If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Sonet

De cum ma simt sub ochii tai,maretii,

Si patimi,si dureri adorm deodata:

Ca cel dintai suras al diminetii,

Asa imi simt fiinta de curata...

Si-aud ca-n vis,ca-n leaganul vietii

O muzica ce umple lumea toata:

E cantecul ce-l auzeau odata

Pitagora seninul si poetii.

Deodata-mi spui ceva in stinse soapte-

Se umplu ochii mei si-ai tai de noapte...

Cu noi a;earga,vajaie pamantul.

Si-as vrea sa ma destrame-atunci furtuna,

Sa ne cufunde-n tot--sa fim totuna

Cu flacara,cu sunetul,cu vantul...

Panait Cerna

Vocea muntelui

Colo-n vale se coboara

Trist si cu capul plecat

Un drumet:doru-l omoara

Sa ajunga de unde a plecat

Oare amorul ma asteapta

Sau o piatra si-un mormant?

Atunci eco se desteapta

Si raspunde:,,Un mormant''

Greu suspina si inainte

Grabind pasul s-a indreptat,

Groaza tulbura-a sa minte

Dorul l-a inaripat:

In mormant asa de iute!

Fie pacea-i in mormant

S-atunci eco din cel munte

Suna:,,Pacea-i in mormant''

Vino dara,vino,moarte,

Ca pe-un dar eu te astept,

Sa merg nu pot mai departe

Moarta-i inima in piept!

Ah!de moarte nu mi-e frica

Ma tem ca ma va uita!

Din vai un glas se ridica

Si raspunde:,,Va uita''.

După o mare suferinţă urmează nepăsarea -

Nervii,

Mateiu Ion Caragiale

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