Şi-am murit fără să ştiu,Parcă-i adormire,Căci nu eram nici mort, nici viu,Simţind o nesimţire.Apoi o clipă n-a trecutŞi două firi depline,Doi “eu” întregi s-au desfăcutDintr-un singur mine. Eram un “eu” încremenitJos, cu condeiu-n mână.Sus, “eu” celălalt priveam uimitLa faţa-i de ţărână.Şi mă-ntrebam cum de putuiSă-ndur, o, Doamne Sfinte!Cincizeci de ani în pielea “lui”“Eu” – inimăContinue reading “Atinahika (supraorganism)”
When all the world is young, lad,And all the trees are green;And every goose is a swan, lad,And every lass a queen;Then hey, for boot and horse, lad,And round the world away;Young blood must have its course, lad,And every dog its day. Charles Kingsley,Water Babies There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men andContinue reading “A poem to my dog”
On one of Sir Philip Sidney’s great love sonnets Sir Philip Sidney’s sonnets often shut closed neatly and satisfyingly with a snap.
I saugh a GARDIN right anoon, Ful long and brood, and everydel Enclos it was, and walled wel, With hye walles enbatailled, Portrayed without, and wel entailled 140 With many riche portraitures; And bothe images and peyntures Gan I biholde bisily. And I wol telle you, redily, Of thilke images the semblaunce, 145 As fer asContinue reading “The Romaunt of the Rose – Fragment A – Geoffrey Chaucer”
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro’ the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,Continue reading “To Spring – William Blake poem”
Out, Out by Robert Frost is a narrative poem published in a collection of poems titled Mountain Interval in 1916 when millions of young men were losing their lives on the battlefields of World War I. On an American farm a hungry young boy is cutting wood with a buzz saw. Frost uses personification with the sawContinue reading “Out Out By Robert Frost”
Dragostea de puiculiță Ca gușa de porumbiță, Cu gurița mititea, Cu gropițe lângă ea, Cu zâmbirea ei cu haz, Cu gropițe în obraz Și cu dragostea în ochi De mă tem să n-o deochi. Noaptea când te-nchipuiesc Îmi vine să-nnebunesc, Iară ziua aș lua Lumea-n cap de boala ta.
Wishing you a warm Christmas with your family and friends.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car. He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;Continue reading “To Winter – poem by William Blake”
You and me aloneMadness of world locked awayPeace and quiet reigns