miercuri, 12 august 2009

Ode(in ancient meter)by Mihai Eminescu


I did't thought I will die someday
Allways young rolled-up in my cloak
Set-up my dreamy eyes to the solitude star...

When suddenly you rise in my way
Anguish you,painfully cute
And i drink the voluptuary death cesthrot death...

Miserable I burn to death grilled like Nessus
Or like Hercules poison of his coat
I can't rake out my fire with all water in the world.

Of my own dream,miserable I groan
On my own bonfire,I melt in fire
Can i lightly reborn from him like Phoenix?

Die my eyes disturbing from my path
Come again ,sad indifference
Than to die easy myself....Give me back to me...

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