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Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer. Sadly, I don't know if there are any good English translations of his poems
No digáis que agotado su tesoro,
de asuntos falta, enmudeció la lira.
Podrá no haber poetas, pero siempre
habrá poesía.
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This is my most favorite poem.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Years of separation cannot withhold us .. Hearts dispute distance can connect .. A heart cannot forget a lover who was once adored .. And the stars can not separate from space ..
It is a rough translation from Arabic language.
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The Fairies by William Allingham
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather!
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Tadeusz Miciński - Lucifer (Translation from Polish)
Among gales, am I the dark flame of God,
in the distance flying and moaning -- as a hollow northern bell --
I, in the mountains’ darkness, am setting a red light of dawn
with a spark of my pains, and the star of my infirmity.
I, the comets’ king -- with a twisting spirit within me
like a desert’s dust in a light pyramid --
I, the thunder of a storm - - yet, more silent than a grave
own burial’s demise and loath hiding.
I -- the abyss of rainbows – would cry upon myself
like a cold wind on wilting pond’s reeds --
I, the volcano’s flash – stepping through muddy valleys,
like a funeral, bored and bereaved.
The sea is playing the harps – paradise conflagration is seething –
And the Sun – the enemy of mine the Sun! is rising for the God’s glory
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