Pe obraji, ca-n oglinzi, trec amurguri batrane
Dar mai ard, pe obraji, stropi de soare marin;
O, din scumpele vraji ce putin ne ramane...
E atat de putin,
E atat de potin.

Soarbe ceru'n inel, fa-ti-l piatra albastra!
Trage marea in piept .....

The lilies clustered fair and tall;
I stood outside the garden wall;
I saw her light robe glimmering through
The fragrant evening's dusk and dew.

She stopped above the lilies pale;
Up the clear east the moon did sail;
I saw her bend her .....

There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain;
One's name was Eliza, the other's was Jane:
They were both of one height, as I've heard people say,
They were both of one age, I believe, to a day.

'Twas fancied by some, who but .....

Eheu! Înca un an
ni s-a furat din istorie
de saltimbancii clipei curente.
La acest hotar de milenii –
r.m.
si noi
macinati între valturile unei mori,
jumatate prinsa de-o stea,
jumatate înghitita de hau.

Jumatate aici, .....

Neprihanit parea începutul zilei aceleia totul în alb.

Si eu
ca niciodata ametit
printre porumbeii cu picioare de rubin.
Ca niciodata – nemuritor si fragil
departe de sunetul gângav
al verbului strâns înfasat în matase.

.....

Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
Meadows in which we .....

The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,
He passed by the town, and out of the street,
A light wind blew from the gates of the sun,
And waves of shadow went over the wheat,
And he set him down in a lonely place,
And chanted a melody loud and sweet,
.....

Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street.
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand.

A hand that can be clasped no more –
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I .....

How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream,
With half-shut eyes ever to seem
Falling asleep in a half-dream!
To dream and dream, like yonder amber light,
Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height;
To hear each other’s whisper’d speech;
.....

Zadarnic, artiste, te crezi ziditor plasmuirilor tale!
Ele-n veci s-au purtat pe deasupra de ochi nevazute.
Nu, nu Phidias-naltat-a vestitul Zeves Olympanul;
El oare datu-i-a fruntea si coama aceea de leu,
Buna privire domneasca din fulgerul genelor aspre?
.....