Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done. I see a lilly on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever […]
Se leagănă în pas agale Un mândru car purtat de boi: Te duc pe ne-nturnata cale Și-s albi ca neaua amândoi. Iar carul tău, cât e de mare, E-acoperit de-un lăvicer Și munții-nalți privesc din zare Și drumul parcă urcă-n cer Pe unde treci un vânt dă viață Și-mbină felurimi de flori, Precum ți se […]
Those lips that Love’s own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate,’ To me that languish’d for her sake: But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was used in giving gentle doom, And taught it thus anew to […]
The golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian’s bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook; And asters by the brook-side Make asters in […]
O! how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is’t but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this, let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of single one, That […]
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each […]
About suffering they were never wrong, The old Masters: how well they understood Its human position: how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did not specially […]
Atâta linişte-i în jur de-mi pare că aud cum se izbesc de geamuri razele de lună. În piept mi s-a trezit un glas străin şi-un cântec cântă-n mine-un dor, ce nu-i al meu. Se spune, că strămoşii, cari au murit fără de vreme cu sânge tânăr încă-n vine, cu patimi mari în sânge, cu soare […]
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love […]
La geamul sufletului tău Se-ngrămădesc părerile de rău. Le uiţi un timp, dar ele se adună Şi se şoptesc alături împreună. Voiai să uiţi de tot, să uiţi de toate, Şi, încercând, văzuşi că nu se poate. Să fie leac? Să ţi-l aducă cine? Că morţile, şi ele, se-ngrămădesc în tine. Şi lacrima-i amară, O […]