Început de giovi, Mie 18 mai 2005 · 1.730 răspunsuri · 311.622 vizualizări
Mihai Eminescu
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Glossă
Vreme trece, vreme vine,
Toate-s vechi şi nouă toate;
Ce e rău şi ce e bine
Tu te-ntreabă şi socoate;
Nu spera şi nu ai teamă,
Ce e val ca valul trece;
De te-ndeamnă, de te cheamă,
Tu răm
Lord Byron - All For Love
O talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled:
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary -
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?
Oh Fame! - if I e'er took delight in thy praises,
'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee;
Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee;
When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story,
I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.
As fi pus traducerea in romaneste daca exista dar nu am gasit-o si nu cred ca ar avea acelasi farmec poezia.Scuze.
Pe timp de durere, lasă-te singur ţie.
Şi cerul se acoperă cu nori c
superba, Schollet
Iulia Hasdeu
Stelele
sunt stele pe bolta
Nu cerceta aceste legi,
Că eşti nebun c
Melancolie
Ce chiot, ce vaiet
O taină de fată
Mă-ntreabă tăcută:
"Your walls shall shake at the noise of the horsemen, and of the wagons, and of the chariots, when he shall enter into your gates, as men enter into a city in which is made a breach" (Iezechiel)
Rondelul cadavrului
(nu mai stiu autorul, il scriu din memorie)
Cadavrul zace-ntins pe pat
Scaldat de-o trista atmosfera
Caci, fermecat de-o alta sfera
Divinul suflet a zburat.
Tot ce-a fost cuget a-ncetat
Sa mai urzeasca vreo himera;
Cadavrul zace-ntins pe pat
Scaldat de-o trista atmosfera.
Hidos, verzui, desfigurat
Din voluptatea efemera
Ce-l parfumase ca o sera
El azi nimic n-a mai pastrat...
Cadavrul zace-ntins pe pat.
Suna a Bacovia...