Cultura Poezii Poezii de dragoste in limba engleza de Valentines day Ziua Indragostitilor

Marţi, 12 Februarie 2013 16:26

Poezii de dragoste in limba engleza de Valentine’s day - Ziua Indragostitilor


Inima se deschide cand iubirea vorbeste si clipele trec magic cand esti indragostit. Poezii si versuri de dragoste in limba engleza din care va puteti inspira pentru a scrie o declaratie de dragostei persoanei iubite de Sfantul Valentin – Valentine’s day.


A Dream Within a Dream

Edgar Allan Poe


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


I Gave Myself To Him
Emily  Dickinson


I gave myself to him

And took himself for pay.

The solemn contract of a life

Was ratified this way


The value might disappoint

Myself a poorer prove

Than this my purchaser suspect

The daily own of love.


Depreciates the sight

But, 'till the merchant buy,

Still fabled, in the isles of spice

The subtle cargoes lie.


At least, "'tis mutual risk"

(Some found it mutual gain)

Sweet debt of life -each night to owe,

Insolvent every noon!


A Magic Moment I Remember

Alexandru Puskin


A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish,
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon gray skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up - you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.

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