Quotes about silva, page 4
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No, that was not passion,
It was the vague tenderness
Inspired by a sickly child,
Lang syne, and moon pale nights.
The spirit sings only
When the heart is moved,
When, shaken by love’s power, it trembles,
Broods, draws back, says not a word.
True passion might in fact
Have been…these pages,
That were they written in happier times
Would have appeared as tears, not verses.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Juntos los dos
Juntos los dos reímos cierto día...
¡Ay, y reímos tanto
que toda aquella risa bulliciosa
se tornó pronto en llanto!
Después juntos los dos alguna noche,
lloramos mucho, tanto,
que quedó como huella de las lágrimas...
un misterioso encanto!
Nacen hondos suspiros de la orgía
entre las copas cálidas
y en el agua salobre de los mares,
¡se forjan perlas pálidas!
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Trust My Love, Baby...
Trust my love, baby
Can't you see in my eyes?
You're the reason I live
You're the reason I smile.
Trust my love, baby
For you I would dye
When you are not around
I even cry.
Trust my love, baby
You're my life
Everynight - you're my dreams
Don't say me - good bye!
Trust my love, baby
Just a little bit...
No one makes me so happier,
Like you make me.
poem by Lindemberg Pereira da Silva
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Estrellas Fijas
Cuando ya de la vida
el alma tenga, con el cuerpo, rota,
y duerma en el sepulcro
esa noche, más larga que las otras,
mis ojos, que en recuerdo
del infinito eterno de las cosas,
guardaron sólo, como de un ensueño,
la tibia luz de tus miradas hondas,
al ir descomponiéndose
entre la oscura fosa,
verán, en lo ignorado de la muerte,
tus ojos, ... destacándose en las sombras.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Madrigal
Tu tez rosada y pura, tus formas gráciles
de estatua de Tanagra, tu olor de lilas,
el carmín de tu boca, de labios tersos;
las miradas ardientes de tus pupilas,
el ritmo de tu paso, tu voz velada,
tus cabellos que suelen, si los despeina
tu mano blanca y fina toda hoyuelada,
cubrirte como un rico manto de reina;
tu voz, tus ademanes, tú... no te asombre:
todo eso está, y a gritos, pidiendo un hombre.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Humo
Bajo los árboles viejos
cuya sombra el suelo baña
miro perdida a lo lejos
una pequeña cabaña.
Todo en quietud allí vese,
la ventana no está abierta
y el musgo grisoso crece
sobre el umbral de la puerta.
Cual tibio aliento aromado
que el frío condensa en nube
humo tenue y azulado
en espiral de ella sube.
Del alma que allí reposa
noticias a Dios le lleva
el humo que de la choza
en espirales se eleva.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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A Humming-Bird And A Butterfly
Once upon a time...
On a lovely spring afternoon
a butterfly was flying in the garden
She landed on a flower,
And left its nectar.
A humming bird
was attracted by its smell
and fed itself with it.
In all the afternoons of that sping,
the butterfly flew,
Spreading her wings between the flowers
Leaving its nectar on them.
The humming-bird was enchanted,
And he drank it in all the flowers,
Because he fell in love with her.
poem by Lindemberg Pereira da Silva
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A Rescue
The stonewall and the brook
A disfigured snow mound
Reborn in my thoughts!
Moss covered rocky beds
Garland the silent stream
A black stroke of an artist’s brush!
A sparrow shrugs off snowflakes
Perched on its basin
Of a snow cone birdbath!
Daffodil and tulip bulbs
Yearning to shoot their leaf buds
Await the winter’s passing!
Trees, bushes, and all life forms
Erased by snow whitening
Sunrays to the rescue!
poem by Deva De Silva
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A Waiting
A green patch of growth
Raved in Dandelion yellow
Sway to the rhythm of wind
Under an old willow
Out of place it lurks
A muddy pond man-made
Where a lone duck sun bathes
In its weed laden banks-narrow
A concrete wall cage them in
A smiling face splattered on it
Black eyed and red lipped
Outside my window
At my honey oak desk I sit
Surrounded by paper rustling
Wallowing it all, idling
Impatiently, waiting till four!
poem by Deva De Silva
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Butterflies
In a fragile vase
In your chamber are
Preserved butterflies
That when touched by
A brilliant sun ray
Turn to mother-of-pearl,
Pieces of iridescent
Evening sky
Or opaline glimmer
Of velvety wings;
There the azure
Daughters of the air,
Mercurial wings
Now fixed forever,
Wings that traversed
Unexplored valleys
That like the desires
Of your enamored soul
Seem, at dawn,
To be revived
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poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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