Poetry sharing

Question

I think we should have an international poetry-sharing thread. Come share with us a poem translated from your native language!

Here's one written by a famous Chinese poet, Li Bai.

Thoughts on a Still Night

Before my bed, the moon is shining bright,
I think that it is frost upon the ground.
I raise my head and look at the bright moon,
I lower my head and think of home. (http://www.chinese-poems.com/lb4.html )

YoHf · Accepted Answer

Umberto Ungaretti- Soldiers

We stay, just the way leaves do in autumn on the trees.

It loses all of his magic when translated...

The italian version of it:

Si sta come, d'autunno, sugli alberi, le foglie.

[Y]

Julielai · Answer

Like a flower, but not a flower
No one cares when it falls
And lies discarded at the roadside
But though
Unmoved, I think about
The tangle of wounded tendrils
Lovely eyes full of sleep
About to open,yet
Still in dreams, following the wind ten thousand miles
In search of love
Startled, time and again, by the oriole's cry

Do not pity the flower that flies off
Grieve for the western garden
Its fallen red already beyond mending --
Now, after morning rain
What's left?
A pond full of broken duckweed
If the three parts of spring
Two turn to dust
One to flowing water
Look --
These are not catkins
But drop after drop of parted lover's tears

Su Tung-po
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=38991&poem=483531

Tearsofjoy · Answer

Last Lines

By Emily Brontë (1819–1848)

NO coward soul is mine,

No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:

I see Heaven’s glories shine,

And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O *** within my breast,
5

Almighty, ever-present Deity!

Life—that in me has rest,

As I—undying Life—have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds

That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;
10

Worthless as withered weeds,

Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one

Holding so fast by thine infinity;

So surely anchor’d on
15

The steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love

Thy Spirit animates eternal years,

Pervades and broods above,

Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.
20

Though earth and man were gone,

And suns and universes ceased to be,

And Thou were left alone,

Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
25

Nor atom that his might could render void:

Thou—THOU art Being and Breath,

And what Thou art may never be destroy’d.

From my favourite poet - Emily Bronte. What say?

- Joy.

Air... · Answer

marvelous idea with exchanging poetry ! =)) thanks a lot to everybody who posted such nice national poems! =))

Samsan · Answer

very nice poetry , thanks for sharing!

Samsan · Answer

Remember
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Georgina Rossetti

Samsan · Answer

Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Air... · Answer

Marina Tsvetaeva

***
I like that you are not obsessed with me,
I like that I have no obsession either,
And not for once in the eternity
The heavy earth beneath our feet will wither
I like I can be funny and be free,
Be careless with words and never bother
To be betrayed by tide of blush when we
Brush with our sleeves when passing one another.

I also like that in my company
You calmly can embrace another
You don’t foretell infernal suffering
To me for being kissed by other lovers.
I also like you never call in vain
The sweet inflection of my name, my sweetie
And that we’ll never live to see the day
When wedding bells hail us with nuptial greetings.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart
For loving me so much quite unawares:
For nightly peace that you will never thwart,
For twilight dates that can not be more scarce,
For moonlight walks that we will never start,
And for the sun above that'll never wear us,
For you, alas, who’re not obsessed with me,
For me, alas, with no obsession either.

Samsan · Answer

great mood and deep feeling in this poetry! yes, there exists unconditional love..

thanks for sharing!

Air... · Answer

=).. such nice and pure feelings in this poem..thank you  sam . one person told me,that  people,who are waiting for their one and only love  finally receive the  most great and strong  feelings and  very special soul connections

Poetry sharing

Top answer

Get the Weekly English Kit 📬

Related Questions