Cea Mai Frumoasa Poezie De Dragoste, ... citita, compusa, primita ... Optiuni

[tolstoievski]

Stiu ca sint multe, stiu ca e greu ...
pentru mine insa, trofeul nu poate reveni decat Poetului ...

"spune-mi, daca te-as prinde intr-o zi
si ti-as saruta talpa
nu-i asa ca ai schiopata putin dupa aceea
de teama sa nu-mi strivesti sarutul?" Nichita STANESCU

[Zooey]

in original, ca altfel se pierde din farmec:

Sonnet XLIII

HOW do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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si un pic de Arghezi [morgenstimmung]:

tu ti-ai strecurat cintecul in mine
intr-o dupa amiaza, cind
fereastra sufletului, zavorita bine
se deschide-n vint
fara sa stiu ca te aud cintind