M. Eminescu - Poesii / Poems

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BLUE FLOWER		FLOARE ALBASTRA
"You ride the clouds and range the sky Your net about the stars cast; But do remember dear at last My soul can never soar so high. You build tall palaces in Spain Of fancy's fragile masonry, You search in vain the sullen sea And roam Assyria's plains in vain. The pyramids their summits press Against the clouded heavens high, Dear heart, it is not wise to fly Too far a field for happiness ! " `Twas thus she spoke in whispers low, Her hand laid softly on my head, But I just laughed and nothing said, Yet what she told was truth, I mow. "Come where cool crystal brooks complain Their fleeting fate midst forest greens, And where the hanging cliff out leans As though to thunder on the plain. And somewhere, up some little glade, To gather raspberries we will climb, Or sit and watch the sky sublime From neath the rushes' tasselled shade. While many a story you will tell, And many a lie you'll whisper too; But I will read on petals true You love me not, you love me well. As rosy as an apple's rind Will be my cheeks burnt by the sun, And my long golden hair undone Around your neck in coils you'll wind. While if your lips on mine should burn No one in all the world will know, My hat is broad... and even so, `Twere only your and my concern. And when the moon comes shining through The gap where tangled branches part, You'll hold me very close, dear heart, And I will clasp my arms round you. And when we walk the twilight gloom Of forest paths that homeward run, We'll gather many a kiss, each one As fragrant as the violets' bloom. And long amid the starlight glow We'll stand to talk outside my gate, For no one comes that way so late, And who should care I love you so? Another kiss and she was gone; Like post I stood in the moon's stream O beautiful beyond a dream, O small blue flower all my own ! ................................................... Alas our love that grew so fair Has flown and faded from that hour, O my blue flower, my blue flower ! . . . The world is sorrow everywhere. Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu		- "Iar te-ai cufundat în stele Si în nori si-n ceruri nalte ? De nu m-ai uita incalte Sufletul vietii mele. In zadar rauri în soare Gramadesti-n a ta gandire Si campiile Asire Si intunecata mare; Piramidele-nvechite Urca-n cer varful lor mare Nu cata în departare Fericirea ta, iubite !" Astfel zise mititica, Dulce netezandu-mi parul. Ah ! ce spuse adevarul; Eu am ras, n-am zis nimica. - "Hai la codrul cu verdeata, Und-izvoare plang în vale, Stanca sta sã se pravale In prapastia mareata. Acolo-n ochi de padure, Langa bolta cea senina Si sub trestia cea lina Vom sedea în foi de mure. Si mi-i spune-atunci povesti Si minciuni cu-a ta gurita, Eu pe-un fir de romanita Voi cerca de mã iubesti. Si de-a soarelui caldura Voi fi rosie ca marul, Mi-oi desface de-aur parul, Sã-ti astup cu dansul gura. De mi-i da o sarutare, Nime-n lume n-a s-o stie, Cãci va fi sub palarie - S-apoi cine treaba are ! Când prin crengi s-a fi ivit Luna-n noaptea cea de vara, Mi-i tinea de subsuoara, Te-oi tinea de dupa gat. Pe cararea-n bolti de frunze, Apucand spre sat în vale, Ne-om da sarutari pe cale, Dulci ca florile ascunse. Si sosind l-al portii prag, Vom vorbi-n intunecime; Grija noastra n-aib-o nime, Cui ce-i pasa ca-mi esti drag ?" Inc-o gura - si dispare... Ca un stalp eu stau în luna ! Ce frumoasa, ce nebuna E albastra-mi, dulce floare ! ....................................... Si te-ai dus, dulce minune, Si-a murit iubirea noastra - Floare-albastra ! floare-albastra !... Totusi este trist în lume ! 1873, 1 aprilie Mihail Eminescu
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