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THE HAPPY SUN IS SHINING: Poetry, by Fernando Pessoa

THE HAPPY SUN IS SHINING The happy sun is shining, the fields are green and joyful, but my poor heart is pining for something far away. It is pining just for you, it is pining for thy kiss. It does not matter if you’re true to this. What matter is just you. I now the sea is beaming under the ...

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THE LOST OBJECT : Poetry, by Gerard de Nerval

THE LOST OBJECT I am the Dark, – Widowed, – Dejected, Prince of Aquitaine from Torre abolished: the only star is dead – and the starry lute It is stamped into the black sun of Melancholy. (Gérard de Nerval) http://www.amazon.it/Chimere-altre-poesie-G%C3%A9rard-Nerval/dp/8806349341 http://www.amazon.com/De-Nerval-Selected-Writings-Classics/dp/014044601X

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STILL A SPRING: Poetry, by Aloysius Bertrand

STILL A SPRING Still a spring, even a drop of dew that lull a time in my bitter cup, and he will run away like a tear. Oh my youth! Your joys were congealed by the kisses of the time, but your sorrows survived the time and have choked on their breast. And you who have removed the silk of ...

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MY LOVE IS DEAD: Poetry, by Thomas Chatterton

MY LOVE IS DEAD My love is dead. Go to his deathbed, all under the weeping willow. (Thomas Chatterton) http://www.amazon.it/Complete-Chatterton-Illustrated-English-Edition-ebook/dp/B00PE1J0B0

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BALLAD OF GOOD DOCTRINE: Poetry, by François Villon

BALLAD OF GOOD DOCTRINE Whether the bubbles around you bring, you are or who cheat cheat at dice, coiner of money, and you’ll burn like those that are blanched, cowardly perjury, faithless. You steal, take, perform robberies: where does the fruit, do not see it? All the taverns and the whores. Make rhymes’s wit, strumming, playing harpsichord and lute, abject ...

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ETERNITY: Poetry, by Arthur Rimbaud

ETERNITY       You found. What? Eternity. And the sea gone with the sun. Sentinel soul, murmur the confession of the night so nothing and the day of the fire. By human suffrage, municipalities leaps, there you will free flights and second. Because only you, embers of satin, the duty exhales no say finally. There is no hope, no ...

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CAGE FOR DEER: Poetry, by Wang Wei

CAGE FOR DEER       Empty mountains, I do not see anything human, but I sense the echo a secret language Bouncing shadows, deep in the woods: the turning lights green blue the moss at the top. (Wang Wei) http://www.amazon.it/muschio-rugiada-Antologia-poesia-giapponese/dp/8817171107 http://www.amazon.com/Classical-Chinese-Poetry-An-Anthology/dp/0374531900

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BETWEEN THE GARDENS OF WILLOWS: Poetry, by William Butler Yeats

BETWEEN THE GARDENS OF WILLOWS   Among the gardens of willows I and my love we met. Strolling through the gardens of willows with his white legs snow. He invited me to take love so easy, as the leaves grow on the trees. But I did not agree, I was young and crazy. In a field on the banks of ...

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INNISFREE, THE ISLAND ON THE LAKE: Poetry, by William Butler Yeats

INNISFREE, THE ISLAND ON THE LAKE   I will arise and go now, go to Innisfree, and build a hut there, made of clay and reeds. Nine rows in beans will have there, a hive for the honey bees, and I’ll be in the clear just buzzing bee. And I’ll have a bit ‘of peace there, for peace comes down ...

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SLEEP FOR A LITTLE: Ancient Irish Poem

SLEEP FOR A LITTLE Sleep for a little, a very little while and fear nothing. Man to whom I have given my love sleep here, deeply, deeply I will watch over your rest. My heart would break with grief if I should ever lose sight of you. To part us would be to exile the body from the soul. So ...

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