May 5, 2010
By the odd poplars (Pe langa plopii fara sot) by Mihai Eminescu
Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/05/2010 09:46:00 PMBy the odd poplars
Often I have passed;
All the neighbors recognized me-
You didn't recognize.
At your window which was glowing
I looked so many times;
A whole world understood it-
You didn't understand.
I've waited so many times
For a whisper as an answer!
A day of life to have given me,
A day was enough for me;
One hour to have been friends,
To love each other with woe,
To listen to the little mouth's voice
One hour, and then to die.
Giving me from your clear eye
A sunshine purposely,
In the way of the future times
A star would have lightened up;
You would have lived for centuries
And many many lives,
With your cold arms
You greatly pacified,
A face always adored
With no other pair
Those fairies that have been living
Since the old times.
Because I loved you with sinful eyes
And full of sufferings,
Which I received from my ancestors
Parents from parents.
Today I'm not even sorry
That I seldom pass,
That sadly your head
Turns in vain,
Because today you look like everyone
At shadow and behavior,
And I watch you carelessly
With a cold dead eye.
You have to enfold yourself
In the saint grace,
And light a candle in the night
For the love on this earth.
Often I have passed;
All the neighbors recognized me-
You didn't recognize.
At your window which was glowing
I looked so many times;
A whole world understood it-
You didn't understand.
I've waited so many times
For a whisper as an answer!
A day of life to have given me,
A day was enough for me;
One hour to have been friends,
To love each other with woe,
To listen to the little mouth's voice
One hour, and then to die.
Giving me from your clear eye
A sunshine purposely,
In the way of the future times
A star would have lightened up;
You would have lived for centuries
And many many lives,
With your cold arms
You greatly pacified,
A face always adored
With no other pair
Those fairies that have been living
Since the old times.
Because I loved you with sinful eyes
And full of sufferings,
Which I received from my ancestors
Parents from parents.
Today I'm not even sorry
That I seldom pass,
That sadly your head
Turns in vain,
Because today you look like everyone
At shadow and behavior,
And I watch you carelessly
With a cold dead eye.
You have to enfold yourself
In the saint grace,
And light a candle in the night
For the love on this earth.
broken roses
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