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"Quando eu stava" is one of the first poem written in "Italian". It is a love poem from an anonymous author. It was written probability around XI and XII century
Trying to make the poems I must study for Uni a little bit more aesthetic ☀️
Ripeto il tuo nome
nel cuor della notte
come una preghiera
infinite volte
Mi dico che se lo ripeto abbastanza
Verrai a salvarmi
Ma mi risponde solo
Il canto triste del cuculo
Fuori dalla mia finestra
E tu non arrivi mai
"But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -
Which shortened all the miles -"
Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
This poem was written by Emily Dickinson at the end of a Letter (L173) to Susan, 1854.
Open me carefully…
Hi! 🌺 I wrote this poem this morning, I had a "ray of inspiration"
In the next hours I'll try to translate this in English too like I did with my previous poem🖤
A song about women's sexuality and religious traumas? I love it! 🖤
"Let her go, oh Muse
Let her go to him.
He can have her during daytime,
He can caress her hair
and give her fragrant roses
And kiss her cheeks and eyes.
But swear to me, my green-eyed Muse,
That at nighttime she'll come back to me
That she'll satisfy the hunger that devours me at daytime
I don't need big demonstration
I don't care about the public
I am content
With shared loneliness
With stolen smiles
With half- kisses"
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This poem was written by me while I was watching the TV series "Dickinson". I've tried to translated it in English, but I don't know if it's correct or not. If the second one, pardon me ❤️
Okay, promise me two things. One: That you won’t move away to Michigan. And two: That you’ll always love me more than him.
As far as the first one goes, it’s really Austin’s decision. But as far as the second…Well I wouldn’t worry too much about that one.
"I wouldn't worry too much about that one" ❤️