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četvrtak, ožujak 15, 2007
The day I met you I was blessing
for you brought me sacred love,
to thee only I was confessing
that you were sent from above.

Someone sent you as an answer
on my prayer and all my trouble,
but you were passing as a dancer,
dissapearing as a bubble.

My salvation was short lasting
it flew away in few moments –
I remember that one last thing:

- On her back the angel wings
with the feathers like were poet's
who only for thee his song sings.
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četvrtak, ožujak 8, 2007
The Death shall die today
in pain and sorrow of mortality,
dissapear like the weakest stain
in the labyrinth of causality.

Today nothing lasts foerver
and all has it's own role,
if you're only taking space
the space you have stole.

The Death has died today
as a victim of the causality,
dissapeared like the stain
in pain, sorrow and mortality.

So we live from now forever
without fear and sorrow,
'cause now we will die never –
the Death shot its last arrow.
zucchero @ 01:35 |Komentiraj | Komentari: 0
petak, rujan 15, 2006
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less–less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
That the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless
curl.

Now Doubt–now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

Edgar Allan Poe
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petak, rujan 8, 2006
Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
[Logic and common usage so commanding]
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
And I have other reasons for so doing
Besides my innate love of contradiction;
Each poet–if a poet–in pursuing
The muses thro' their bowers of Truth or Fiction,
Has studied very little of his part,
Read nothing, written less–in short's a fool
Endued with neither soul, nor sense, nor art,
Being ignorant of one important rule,
Employed in even the theses of the school-
Called–I forget the heathenish Greek name
[Called anything, its meaning is the same]
"Always write first things uppermost in the heart."

Edgar Allan Poe
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utorak, kolovoz 22, 2006
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride -
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.

Edgar Allan Poe
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srijeda, kolovoz 9, 2006
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE–out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters–lone and dead,-
Their still waters–still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains–near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,–by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth–and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis–oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not–dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

Edgar Allan Poe
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nedjelja, kolovoz 6, 2006
Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold–too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Edgar Allan Poe
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srijeda, srpanj 12, 2006
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute";
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamored moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.

And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings-
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.

But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty-
Where Love's a grown-up God-
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.

Therefore thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!

The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit-
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervor of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely–flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.

If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.

Edgar Allan Poe
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subota, srpanj 8, 2006
I do not know
it's just a question,
I'm going slow
on my suggestion.

I do not know
where is the limmit
it's somwhere
far away from me.

How could I know
how white's the snow
and where to stay
on a sunshines ray?

Dou you know it?
'Cause I do not!
Can we control it?
At which spot?
zucchero @ 19:11 |Komentiraj | Komentari: 9 | Prikaži komentare
Am I realy going far?
Falling as a falling star.
Am I true or am I fiction?
Is it all just my prediction?

Is it all just my bad feeling
or a devil on a ceiling?
Am I realy going far
for I'm feeling she is close -
my one and only shyning star
my one and only 'redest' rose.

I do think that I'm too close
to be far at any distance
when it comes to my red rose
I just have no resistance.
zucchero @ 18:55 |Komentiraj | Komentari: 8 | Prikaži komentare
We could reach it,
we could find it,
we could more -
go behind it.

We could be
the ones to ask,
but we are those
who live in past.

We could be
the ones to take.
Would it all
be a mistake?

We could be
the ones to steal,
but we only
feel, feel, feel.

We can reach it,
we can find it,
we will eaven
go behind it.
zucchero @ 18:23 |Komentiraj | Komentari: 3 | Prikaži komentare
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied-
"If you seek for Eldorado!"

Edgar Allan Poe
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petak, srpanj 7, 2006
Now I am in some mood
I am writing, all is good,
I'm not lonely or afraid
how I'll tonight go to bed.

Words are there to be written,
feelings yet unspitten.
Rhymes still loud screaming
that all I love I am dreaming.

Dreaming of a dream undreamt,
spending the time unspent
and living the life unliven,
forgive and be forgivenn.
zucchero @ 23:22 |Komentiraj | Komentari: 13 | Prikaži komentare
četvrtak, srpanj 6, 2006
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been–a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child–with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away–forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

Edgar Allan Poe
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srijeda, srpanj 5, 2006
We were together
It could be better
Now it is all ower
We all grow taller...
But, it is not all done
We were many and few
Who could have knew
Now we are none!
Oh, loneliness,
Be gone, be gone!
zucchero @ 19:37 |Komentiraj | Komentari: 9 | Prikaži komentare
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream–that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

Edgar Allan Poe
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utorak, srpanj 4, 2006
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then–in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life–was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Edgar Allan Poe
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četvrtak, lipanj 29, 2006
Well, I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain
Alone in the middle of the night
My ol'heart begins to feel the pain
Of missing you with all my might

But your not here to share my love
So I'll just face this pain alone...
And listen to the rain falling from above
And face the fact that you are gone

Rain falling from above...
Rain falling for my love...
Rain falling from the skies...
And rain falling from my eyes.

So I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain
And listening to how sad it sounds
The rain's only an indication of my pain
And eternal loneliness I've found.

Patsy Jewell
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utorak, lipanj 6, 2006
Was ich habe hast du nicht
das ist ein Herz das zu mir spricht.
Was ich habe hast du nicht
das ist eine Seele und dieses Gedicht.

Ein Herz und eine Seele habe ich fűr dich
ich gebe dir alles, liebe mich.
Ein Herz und eine Seele gebe ich dir.
Was zum Teufel bleibt dann noch mir?

Was bleibt mir von allem was ich habe?
Was bleibt mir als das was ich sage?
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nedjelja, svibanj 28, 2006
You don't know me, you just know my name,
no, you don't owe me, it is not us to blame.
Who could blame us for being in love?
Who could blame us? I think – none.

Nobody is to blame lovers,
nobody is to blame us,
our love, it is made of two towers
and the same towers are dividing us.

I just can't wait for you to say
the words I want that bad,
I can't wait, but still I pray
that I am not so sad.

I couldn't live this life without you,
I could never be,
my life, It is all about you
now I can clearly see,

now I see that you and me -
that We... could never be.
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