Saturday, January 31, 2009
Poezii de dragoste Mihai Eminescu - Ce e amorul?
Ce e amorul? E un lung
Prilej pentru durere,
Căci mii de lacrimi nu-i ajung
Şi tot mai multe cere.
De-un semn în treacăt de la ea
El sufletul ţi-l leagă,
Încât să n-o mai poţi uita
Viaţa ta întreagă.
Dar încă de te-aşteaptă-n prag
În umbră de unghere,
De se-ntâlneşte drag cu drag
Cum inima ta cere:
Dispar şi ceruri şi pământ
Şi pieptul tău se bate,
Şi totu-atârnă de-un cuvânt
Şoptit pe jumătate.
Te urmăreşte săptămâni
Un pas făcut alene,
O dulce strângere de mâini,
Un tremurat de gene.
Te urmăresc luminători
Ca soarele şi luna,
Şi peste zi de-atâtea ori
Şi noaptea totdeauna.
Căci scris a fost ca viaţa ta
De doru-i să nu-ncapă,
Căci te-a cuprins asemenea
Lianelor din apă.
Poezii de dragoste celebre William Shakespeare, O Mistress Mine
O Mistress Mine
by William Shakespeare
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure
by William Shakespeare
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure
Poezii de dragoste celebre Shelley
Music, When Soft Voices Die
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Poezii de dragoste celebre - Proud of my Broken Heart, Emily Dickinson
Proud of my Broken Heart
by Emily Dickinson
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel ?till thee.
Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't shake it.
Not to partake thy passion, -my humility
by Emily Dickinson
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel ?till thee.
Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't shake it.
Not to partake thy passion, -my humility
Poezii de dragoste celebre William Shakespeare
Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)
by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Poezii de dragoste celebre Emily Dickinson
I Gave Myself To Him
by Emily Dickinson
I gave myself to him
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way
The value might disappoint
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect
The daily own of love.
Depreciates the sight
But, 'till the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.
At least, "'tis mutual risk"
(Some found it mutual gain)
Sweet debt of life -each night to owe,
Insolvent every noon!
by Emily Dickinson
I gave myself to him
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way
The value might disappoint
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect
The daily own of love.
Depreciates the sight
But, 'till the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.
At least, "'tis mutual risk"
(Some found it mutual gain)
Sweet debt of life -each night to owe,
Insolvent every noon!
Poezii de dragoste celebre Omar Khayyam
Ah, My Beloved
by Omar Khayyam
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be,
Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.
by Omar Khayyam
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be,
Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.
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