13 iunie

ACCOMPAGNEMENT

Je marche à côté d’une joie D’une joie qui n’est pas à moi D’une joie à moi que je ne puis pas prendre Je marche à côté de moi en joie J’entends mon pas en joie qui marche à côté de moi Mais je ne puis changer de place sur le trottoir

Autopsihografie

Poetu-i simulator. Simulează atât de tare Că simulează că-l dor Dureri ce-aivea le are. Toți care citesc ce scrie, În durerea ce-au citit Simt nu două ce-l sfâșie,

The Moods

Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; What one in the rout Of the fire-born moods, Has fallen away?

THE ARROW

I thought of your beauty, and this arrow, Made out of a wild thought,is in my marrow. There\'s no man may look upon her,no man As when newly grown to be a woman, Tall and noble but with face and bossom Delicate in colour as apple blossom. This beauty\'s kinder,yet for a reason