Peter Mamara


Peter Mamara Poems

81. The Forest's Commotion 3/24/2017
82. Withered Leaf 3/24/2017
83. Separation 3/26/2017
84. Oh, Mother 3/26/2017
85. The Glove 3/26/2017
86. To My Friend F.I. 3/26/2017
87. Seeing You Again 3/26/2017
88. My Love Is Gone 3/26/2017
89. A Wish 3/26/2017
90. The Hope 3/26/2017
91. On The Hill At Dusk 3/26/2017
92. Marginal Note 3/26/2017
93. I Don't Want A Rich Tomb 3/26/2017
94. It Tolls The Midnight 3/26/2017
95. You Leave 3/26/2017
96. Like A Morning Star 3/26/2017
97. Venice 3/26/2017
98. Loving In Secret 3/27/2017
99. Elegy 3/27/2017
100. With Tomorrow, You Add Up One Day To Your Days 3/27/2017
101. Over The Treetops 3/27/2017
102. If The Years Could Pass 3/27/2017
103. From The Waves Of Time 3/27/2017
104. And If I Shall Fall Asleep 3/27/2017
105. And When I Shall Be Dust 3/27/2017
106. Diana 3/27/2017
107. Out Of The Night 3/27/2017
108. Being A Lad, I Roamed The Woods 3/27/2017
109. Kamadeva 3/27/2017
110. Why Don't You Come To Me? 3/27/2017
111. She Is Pretty 3/27/2017
112. Leda 3/27/2017
113. It Is Not A Little Star 3/27/2017
114. From A Broken Lyre 3/27/2017
115. Which One In The World Could It Be? 3/27/2017
116. What Am I Fond Of, In This World? 3/27/2017
117. The Downhill Run Race Of The Waters 3/6/2017
118. Mary Tudor 3/6/2017
119. If You All Talk I Pretend I Can't Hear 3/6/2017
120. The World Is Split 3/6/2017

Comments about Peter Mamara

  • EIII. (2/9/2018 7:39:00 AM)

    Very interesting verse.

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Best Poem of Peter Mamara

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 ...

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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

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