Peter Mamara Poems
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Odin And The Poet
By M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
They ask me to sing... I'm supposed to polish
My deep sadness in rhyme and in cadence —
Sweetly, like the spring moonlight
As seen in a garden in Italy at night —
And with my sweet poems I'm supposed to make any woman sigh.
How nice it could be for many men. For me, no! Not for me.
And silly young guys
With their hair curled, with a monocle on their eyes,
With cigarettes in their mouth
And with a goat beard under their teeth,
They shall recite my verses,
Which are a deep sign of true feelings,
In which they shall ...
Oh, Sublime Truth…
by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
Oh, sublime truth — oh, tin and straws…
Oh, poem swollen with pride — oh, foolish mumbling…
Twisted story — rubbish and lies,
Heavenly and sweet love — immature even for toddlers.
Oh man, mirror of the world, with a crazy and empty head,
With fog-like brain, and ram-like ribs;