Peter Mamara Poems

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Once upon a time, like in any fairy story,
There was a beautiful princess
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

It's slowly getting dark.
The stars rise on the sky's grandiose arches.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Let the bell cry fast with its copper sound.
Let the tower move its central-part.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

The towers toll in mourning their bells of bronze,
And an angel with black wings and a tiara of thorns,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Blanca! You should know, my girl,
That Jesus is your groom, from cradle.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

'You've rapt yourself once more in stars
— And in the clouds and in the skies?
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Dress in mourning, scenic Bukovina Province you,
With green Cypress, tie your ancient brow.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Pretty woman, you go by in my sad and dark thoughts,
White like a sculpture, in a silver dress,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

The sound of the sea whispers faintly and bit by bit.
And it engulfs the beautiful Italian peninsula in it.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

And if tree branches knock at the windows
And shake the poplars…
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