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21 март – Световен ден на поезията
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song, ...
Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.
In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing.
I will spread myself out at your feet and lie still. Under this clouded sky I will meet silence with silence. I will ...
Thou art the sky and thou art the nest as well. Oh, thou beautiful, there in the nest it is thy love that encloses the soul with colours and sounds and odours.
There comes the morning with the golden basket in her right hand bearing the wreath of beauty, silently to crown the earth. And there comes ...
Lady, I will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene
(lady I will ...
you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body, to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)? ...
Приятелю, не ще си нивга стар,
такъв си, както първи път видях те,
красив си пак, след зими три макар,
сменили три пъти премяна лятна,
три пролети мъждяха в есента, ...
There Will Always Be Something To Do
Edgar Albert Guest
There will always be something to do, my boy;
There will always be wrongs to right;
There will always be need for a manly breed ...
She's not like you. She'd knit up her necklaces, shining with colours
and she'd stretch them to heaven like rainbow of brightness and air.
As to her all the people and birds would enrich the town square.
She's not hungry, she'd breakfast with sun cake that morning uncovers.
She would frighten you, w ...
I rested down my head on you.
The soaking grass beneath us grew.
The leaves were quivering in tremor
as they caressed the hunchbacked oak.
A windy breath passed by and spoke ...
Unlove me! As my white and pallid skin
is paperback of ugly stories scribbled.
And heavy is the envelope. Within
you get to know the cost and worth of people.
Beneath my lashes, ghosts are digging deeper... ...
original poem by Rumen Ivanchev
Singing Russian songs aloud,
Old Granny stuffs thick peppers round
with trembling hands and jumping heart ...
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The mellow grass deliberately spreads
A carpet green to house we used to own.
Did mason lay down happiness instead
Of bricks? Or maybe smells of bread and home?
But slouchy of the old and tattered city ...
Едмунд Ванс Кук - Как загина?
Справи ли се с тази неприятност, която дойде на пътят ти,
весел, с решително сърце ?
Или скри лицето си от светлината на деня,
със трепереща душа и уплашен ? ...
"Лека нощ"
Лека нощ? О, не! Нелека е нощта,
Която пак разделя, туй що е неделимо.
Ах! Нека бъдем заедно във утринта, ...
Оскар Уайлд
Жив ли си, Исусе? Или пък кости само
на скрито сред скалите в гробница почиват.
И от смъртта когато възкресе между живи,
на грешница не бе ли туй само сън измамен? ...
"Слънцето изрече
последните си молитви." - казваше феята,
"Какво би могло да стори -
светлината му изчезне ли, веч ще заспи."
"Слънцето каза последните ...
Искам да вали
бавно да усилва
Искам да чувствам всяка капка
Как се разбива
Силно ...
By the setting sun illuminated
sea horizons shine red as fire
in a game of weather incapacitated
wrathful waves retire...
And the ship sails lightly, with a sway ...
The Color of the Grave is Green —
The Outer Grave — I mean —
You would not know it from the Field —
Except it own a Stone —
To help the fond — to find it — ...
Въздигнат апогей от древни влъхви,
мирът е проход в синорна гора;
за влюбения – ароматът дъхав
в плода на обичта, с охота сбран.
Воюващият плаща със кръвта си ...
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long – ...
"Hope" is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the Gale is heard ...
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us – don't tell!
They'd banish us – you know.
How dreary – to be – Somebody! ...
Някога обичах паяк,
но се бях родил муха.
Паяк сякаш от кадифе
и рокля с багрило на дъга.
* ...
Руди Франциско - "Оплаквачи"
Това са истински случки.
26 Май 2003 Арън Ралстън се изкачвал в планината,
когато скала паднала върху дясната му ръка.
Той чакал четири дни, ...
Leonard Cohen - Democracy
It's coming through a hole in the air
From those nights in Tiananmen Square
It's coming from the feel
That this ain't exactly real ...
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love ...
Мечтите (са това)
Мечтите са това,
кой съм аз, че да възразя,
видях света и седемте морета,
всеки някой търси си нещо. ...
Sometimes I dream that I’m a bird
And I’ve been cuddled by twilight.
An early riser mower runs
Along the stellar crickets tide.
The heavens buttonhole’s embroidered ...
What you do with me is shouting so loud.
I can't hear what you are saying.
Keep doing it, you're allowed.
I'm melting. Don't go away.
Your charm is causing me pain. ...
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Thoughts take off
From dandelion head
I lost them
but found one
In the palm ...
Една обикновена любовна история
Казвам се Октомври. И съм тъжна.
Есенна съм някак. По душа.
Правя облаците страшно многодъждни.
После сядам на небето и мълча. ...
Никола Вапцаров
Аз имах другар,
добър другар,
но… кашляше лошо. ...
РН №4/500
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird ...
Назъм Хикмет - Обичам те
(превод на английски превод "I Love You")
I love you,
like dipping bread into salt and eating. ...
your being
Пабло Неруда - Вероятно да не бъда, е да бъда без твоето съществуване
"Perhaps not to be is to be without your being
Without your going, that cuts the noon light
Like a blue flower, without your passing ...
Назъм Хикмет - Да мисля за теб
(превод на английски превод "Thinking of You")
Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful,
it is like listening to the most beautiful song ...
Назъм Хикмет - Мисля за теб
(превод на английски превод "I Think of You")
I think of you
and I feel the scent of my mother, ...
Сънят ресници не притваря –
разбит в тревоги и копнеж.
А виж – на масата догаря,
топи се лоената свещ.
Знам, няма чудеса, но чакам ...
Назъм Хикмет - Ти си моята омая
(превод на английски превод "You Are My Drunkenness")
You are my drunkenness.
I did not sober up, as if I can do that, ...
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