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Poetry, things to remember, or to forget ...
sand
post Aug 27 2008, 05:52 PM
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No regret I feel, no pain, no sorrow

Sergei Yesenin


No regret I feel, no pain, no sorrow,
Blossom blows away, a song is sung.
Overcome by autumn gold, tomorrow
I myself shall be no longer young.

You'll not throb, heart, as before, but tremble,
Feeling chills that you have not yet known.
In bare feet you shall no more be tempted
Through the birch-print countryside to roam.

Roving spirit, ever now less often
Do you rouse a flame upon my lips.
Freshness I have lost, keen looks forgotten,
Feelings running at full flood I miss.

I'm austerer now in my desiring.
Life, were you real, or of fancy born?
It's as if in spring I've been out riding
On a pink horse in the vibrant dawn.

In this world of ours we all are mortal,
Copper leaves from maples gently slide…
Ever blest was I to be accorded
Time for blossoming before I died.


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post Aug 27 2008, 08:48 PM
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Nice going sand...why do i feel that Romanian poetry sounds better than English? also....i hope you can keep this up because all the poems i know are nursery rimes (IMG:style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif)


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post Jul 23 2011, 09:01 AM
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William Blake

Love’s Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.
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post Jul 23 2011, 09:11 AM
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William Shakespeare

Sonnet

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone ...
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post Jul 23 2011, 09:36 AM
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Another one by same above
and after that, I'll let you be
or maybe not
that .. we will see ... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif)

Poor

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? Is this the body's end?
Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:

So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men,
And death once dead, there's no more dying then.
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post Jul 23 2011, 09:59 AM
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So much wine and so much beer
waiting for me ... oh, my dear
guess it's time to say goodbye
you may ask when, even why...
I shall answer, or least try ...
when I'll wake up from the grace
of this mirrored hollow face ... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif)

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