Peter Mamara


Peter Mamara Poems

81. Your Face Is Crystal Clear, Again 3/8/2017
82. In Vain The Time Wipes Out 3/8/2017
83. I Saw You Once 3/8/2017
84. To Hold It One More Time 3/10/2017
85. Bitterness And Charm 3/10/2017
86. A Street, Which Was Too Narrow 3/10/2017
87. You Look At Me With Your Big Eyes 3/10/2017
88. Three-Line Song 3/10/2017
89. Portrait And Frame 3/10/2017
90. With Thoughts And With Images 3/10/2017
91. Dream 3/10/2017
92. Resignation 3/10/2017
93. Hector And Andromache 3/10/2017
94. When 3/10/2017
95. When The Sea 3/10/2017
96. When You Look In The Sea-Mirror 3/10/2017
97. Who Is It? 3/10/2017
98. The Wave Fizzes 3/10/2017
99. My Life Was Like The Light-Of-Day 3/12/2017
100. Water Nymph 3/12/2017
101. At A Woman Artist 3/12/2017
102. Why Should You Die 3/12/2017
103. If I'd Die Or If You'd Die 3/12/2017
104. The Wings' Spot 3/12/2017
105. The Story I Would Tell Her 3/12/2017
106. The Imitators 3/13/2017
107. A Young Woman's Point Of View 3/13/2017
108. A Horse-Ride At The Crack Of Dawn 3/13/2017
109. The Night's Mysteries 3/13/2017
110. What Do I Wish For You? 3/13/2017
111. From Foreign Lands 3/13/2017
112. At Bukovina 3/19/2017
113. At Heliade 3/19/2017
114. The Love For A Statue 3/22/2017
115. The Corrupt Young Men 3/22/2017
116. Mortua Est 3/23/2017
117. Guardian Angel 3/23/2017
118. At Night 3/23/2017
119. The Thoughts Of Poor Dionysus 3/23/2017
120. The Ghosts 3/23/2017
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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