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Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:43 am | |
| I taught myself to live simply
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long before evening to tire my superfluous worries. When the burdocks rustle in the ravine and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops I compose happy verses about life's decay, decay and beauty. I come back. The fluffy cat licks my palm, purrs so sweetly and the fire flares bright on the saw-mill turret by the lake. Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof occasionally breaks the silence. If you knock on my door I may not even hear |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:43 am | |
| i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
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| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:43 am | |
| By Sappho
The moon has sunk and the Pleiades, and mid night, and hours pass by, and I'm lying down alone |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:44 am | |
| obacco smoke has consumed the air. The room is a chapter in Kruchenykh's inferno. Remember - beyond that window in a frenzy I first stroked your hands. You sit here today with an iron-clad heart. One more day you'll toss me out, perhaps, cursing. In the dim front hall my arm, broken by trembling won't fit right away in my sleeve. I'll run out, throw my body into the street. I'll rave, wild, lashed by despair. Don't let it happen my dear, my darling, let us part now. After all my love is a heavy weight hanging on you no matter where you go. Let me bellow a final cry of bitter, wounded grievance. If you drive a bull to exhaustion he will run away, lay himself down in the cold waters. Besides your love I have no ocean and your love won't grant even a tearful plea for rest. When a tired elephant wants peace he lies down regally in the firebound sand. Besides your love I have no sun, but I don't even know where you are and with whom. If you tortured a poet like this, he would berate his beloved for money and fame, but for me no sound is joyous but the sound of your beloved name. I won't throw myself downstairs or drink poison nor can I put a gun to my head. No blade holds me transfixed but your glance. Tomorrow you'll forget that I have crowned you, that I burned my flowering soul with love, and the whirling carnival of trivial days will ruffle the pages of my books... Would the dry leaves of my words force you to a stop gasping for air?
At least let me pave with a parting endearment your retreating path. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:44 am | |
| This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:44 am | |
| Landscape With The Fall of Icarus
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry
of the year was
awake tingling
near
the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself
sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning
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| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:44 am | |
| The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
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| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:44 am | |
| A love song
What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.
I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:45 am | |
| We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:45 am | |
| When a Woman loves a Man
When she says margarita she means daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again," she means, "Put your arms around me from behind as I stand disconsolate at the window."
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| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:45 am | |
| He's supposed to know that.
When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginia or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading, or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he is raking leaves in Ithaca or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate at the window overlooking the bay where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.
When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morning she is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzels drinking lemonade and two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bed where she remains asleep and very warm.
When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks. When she says, "We're talking about me now," he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says, "Did somebody die?"
When a woman loves a man, they have gone to swim naked in the stream on a glorious July day with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle of water rushing over smooth rocks, and there is nothing alien in the universe.
Ripe apples fall about them. What else can they do but eat?
When he says, "Ours is a transitional era," "that's very original of you," she replies, dry as the martini he is sipping.
They fight all the time It's fun What do I owe you? Let's start with an apology Ok, I'm sorry, you dickhead. A sign is held up saying "Laughter." It's a silent picture. "I've been fucked without a kiss," she says, "and you can quote me on that," which sounds great in an English accent.
One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it another nine times.
When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the airport in a foreign country with a jeep. When a man loves a woman he's there. He doesn't complain that she's two hours late and there's nothing in the refrigerator.
When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake. She's like a child crying at nightfall because she didn't want the day to end.
When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking: as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved. A thousand fireflies wink at him. The frogs sound like the string section of the orchestra warming up. The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:45 am | |
| Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:45 am | |
| A Broken Appointment
You did not come, And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb. Yet less for loss of your dear presence there Than that I thus found lacking in your make That high compassion which can overbear Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, You did not come.
You love me not, And love alone can lend you loyalty; -I know and knew it. But, unto the store Of human deeds divine in all but name, Was it not worth a little hour or more To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be You love me not. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:45 am | |
| When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high - piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And feel that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think, Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:46 am | |
| If I could tell you
Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, There must be reasons why the leaves decay; Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow, The vision seriously intends to stay; If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go, And all the brooks and soldiers run away? Will time say nothing but I told you so? If I could tell you I would let you kn |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:46 am | |
| Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:46 am | |
| Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman
Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:46 am | |
| If you forget me
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine
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| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:46 am | |
| Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything.
"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here"; Love said, "You shall be he." "I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear, I cannot look on thee." Love took my hand and smiling did reply, "Who made the eyes but I?"
"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame Go where it doth deserve." "And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?" "My dear, then I will serve." "You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat." So I did sit and eat. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:47 am | |
| wanted to be sure to reach you though my ship was on the way it got caught in some moorings. I am always tying up and then deciding to depart. In storms and at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide around my fathomless arms, I am unable to understand the forms of my vanity or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder in my hand and the sun sinking. To you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage of my will. The terrible channels where the wind drives me against the brown lips of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet I trust the sanity of my vessel; and if it sinks it may well be in answer to the reasoning of the eternal voices, the waves which have kept me from reaching you. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:47 am | |
| I want to touch you, can I?
God invented an infinite space:
I want to stretch my hands in it,
Screaming,
And reach you!
I want to cover you with me,
Charge a fire in your cunt:
The warmth of my cock.
I want to feel your skin,
Fall in your heart,
And with wings of desire,
Lit up by your eyes and your lips
I want to fly around your soul.
Hush! Hush!
Your voice is too material,
I don’t want to hear your voice.
It makes me think of your absence.
All I want is to scream,
Reap my throat out,
Hold it in trembling hands
And blow it in this space,
Blow it to the setting sun,
Blow it all over you,
You, breathing in.
I want no wisdom anymore,
No thought out words,
My sweet succubus,
my laugh, my pain.
I want you!
And for you,
I would trade a verse for a kiss,
a bite,
a lick,
a fuck.
Hush!
A belly raspberry.
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| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:47 am | |
| I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:47 am | |
| Glorious innocent sunshine
On the baby lotus smile
Ivory hands try to catch
At his darling mother’s face
Little red velvet lips
Cooing songs from the future
Silky colourful daisy eyes
Giggling messages from the past
Turning bright every corner
Bringing gaiety to every soul
Universe in celebration
Little God magic casts. |
| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:47 am | |
| may i feel said he
may i feel said he (i'll squeal said she just once said he) it's fun said she (may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he) why not said she (let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she)
may i stay said he which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she
may i move said he is it love said she) if you're willing said he (but you're killing said she
but it's life said he but your wife said she now said he) ow said she
(tiptop said he don't stop said she oh no said he) go slow said she (cccome?said he ummm said she) you're divine!said he (you are Mine said she)
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| | | Medina Mikë/e i/e Forum-it
Numri i postimeve : 17104 Data regjis. : 12/11/2009 Age : 34 Location : Tek Parajsa Pa Drita
| Titulli: Re: Poezi Anglisht! Sun May 01, 2011 8:48 am | |
| You never liked to get The letters that I sent. But now you've got the gist Of what my letters meant.
You're reading them again, The ones you didn't burn. You press them to your lips, My pages of concern.
I said there'd been a flood. I said there's nothing left. I hoped that you would come. I gave you my address.
Your story was so long, The plot was so intense, It took you years to cross The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear: The loss, the full extent; And simple kindness here, The solitude of strength.
You walk into my room. You stand there at my desk, Begin your letter to The one who's coming next. |
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