Peter Mamara Poems

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

(Latin: Remember that you shall die)
(An examination of the pointless vanity)
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By M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

They ask me to sing... I'm supposed to polish
My deep sadness in rhyme and in cadence —
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

The forest is a venerated monarch.
Thousands of nearest and dearest grow at its feet.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

I'm seated at my pine table.
The curtains in the room are dropped,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Cupid the butler is a cunning guy,
He is very bad, and spoiled in a way.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

You are so delicate
Like, a white flower of a cherry tree.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
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Outside, there is autumn with scattered-leaves.
The wind sprays heavy droplets on windows.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Pounding, the lake sparkles,
And it moves its waves under the sun.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

(After N. Lenau)
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1882)

My love, may I ask for a keepsake, so I won't forget you?
I might just ask for you, but you don't belong to yourself anymore.
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