Peter Mamara Poems

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

If I had a flower —
Beautiful, fresh and attractive,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

The Nile makes rich fine fields — taken by the Moors.
Above it, the Egyptian sky opens to heat and brightness.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

To the star that rises on the sky
It is such a long way,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Sleepy little birds of a feather
To their nests they flock together,
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By M. Eminescu (1950-1889)

There are countless flowers,
But few will yield a crop.
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By M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

In a gloomy dome, in the midst of an yellow light
From the wax candles that burn next to the altar,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Why I carry my demise
— In my heart for years?
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By M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

"Why do you swing forest you,
Without rain, without wind,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

It seemed that a gateway was opened through the clouds
And the white queen of the night goes through it.
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By M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

The blue lake of the forest,
With yellow water lilies it is filled.
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