Literature

Yet, my pretty sportive friend,
Little is't to such an end
That I praise thy rareness!
Other dogs...
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The sweetness of poverty like this…
To lose everything your, even the egoism of being,
So poor t...
- Mario de Andrade
On foot
I had to cross the solar system
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
I sense ...
- Edith Sodergran
Well (thou´ll say) hearing stars! Certainly
Thou´ve lost your mind!" And I´ll say to thee, ...
- Olavo Bilac
Now I understand!
When to remember me
She vowed,
She said she would forget me,
But kindly!...
- Saigyo Hoshi
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Was it you, mother, with your tearful song,
was it you who cursed me three years' long
to be a luc...
- Hristo Botev
That night was to decide
if she and I
were to be lovers.
Under cover
of darkness
no one would s...
- Vladimir Mayakovsky
The vintage, friends, is over,
And here sweet wine makes, once again,
Sad eyes and hearts recove...
- France Preseren
Since I lost you I am silence-haunted,
Sounds wave their little wings
A moment, then in weariness...
- D. H. Lawrence
Coolness--
the sound of the bell
as it leaves the bell....
- Yosa Buson
What means for you my simple name?
It soon will die as voice of grief --
A wave splash at a distan...
- Alexander Pushkin
Love is essential.
Sex, mere accident.
Can be equal
Or different.
A man's not an animal:
Is a f...
- Fernando Pessoa
You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief fr...
- Hermann Hesse
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
You know what it is to be born alone,
Baby tortoise!
The first day to heave your feet little by li...
- D. H. Lawrence
Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks
through which the Duero bends
its crossbow ar...
- Antonio Machado