Literature

That night was to decide
if she and I
were to be lovers.
Under cover
of darkness
no one would s...
- Vladimir Mayakovsky
My love
Has told me
That he needs me.

That's why
I take good care of myself
Watch out wh...
- Bertolt Brecht
Was it you, mother, with your tearful song,
was it you who cursed me three years' long
to be a luc...
- Hristo Botev
We pledged our hearts, my love and I,
I in my arms the maiden clasping;
I could not tell the reaso...
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Well (thou´ll say) hearing stars! Certainly
Thou´ve lost your mind!" And I´ll say to thee, ...
- Olavo Bilac
I want to let go -
so I don't give a damn about fine writing,
I'm rolling my sleeves up.
The doug...
- Edith Sodergran
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Federico García Lorca - A Great Poet's Artwork
Federico García Lorca - A Great Poet's Artwork
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January 1st 1970
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Today I'm cruel, frenetic, demanding;
I can not even tolerate the most bizarre books.
Incredible! ...
- Cesario Verde
Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks
through which the Duero bends
its crossbow ar...
- Antonio Machado
Since I lost you I am silence-haunted,
Sounds wave their little wings
A moment, then in weariness...
- D. H. Lawrence
What means for you my simple name?
It soon will die as voice of grief --
A wave splash at a distan...
- Alexander Pushkin
Now I understand!
When to remember me
She vowed,
She said she would forget me,
But kindly!...
- Saigyo Hoshi
You know what it is to be born alone,
Baby tortoise!
The first day to heave your feet little by li...
- D. H. Lawrence
Love is essential.
Sex, mere accident.
Can be equal
Or different.
A man's not an animal:
Is a f...
- Fernando Pessoa
Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel i...
- Rainer Maria Rilke
The firefly danced in the air impatiently:
"Oh how I wish that I could be that yellow,
That b...
- Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithme...
- D. H. Lawrence
"He sang the brightness of mornings and green rivers,
He sang of smoking water in the rose-col...
- Czeslaw Milosz