The hour was a golden curl,
lost from an unearthly presence
pulsating so close, all around us
to crush us.
I think that happiness was shaking her locks
and it hit us, fleeting by
crushing within us the
fragrant, bittersweet
ripe bunches of grapes
as clear as a tear,
getting us drunk.
Ora
Ora era o buclă aurie rătăcită
de o nepământeană prezență
pulsând atât de aproape, jur împrejurul nostru
să ne strivească.
Eu cred că fericirea își scutura puternic pletele
și ne-a plesnit în treacăt
strivind în noi ciorchinii plini,
aromați, dulci amărui,
atât de lacrimă, îmbătându-ne.
I'm preparing to meet you
A violet garland around my head
and an apple-flower veil.
A crown... Yes, I need my crown...
Your favourite crown
made of seven birds
in the seven colours of the rainbow.
A crystal dress or
should I hide under a mantle
of waves, with starfish,
seashells and sea horses... ?
Search for me under the tree bark
there where the tree saps climb freshly,
ready to give themselves to the buds,
the leaves sweetly murmur
refreshing the sky.
Search for me where there's need for sunshine,
that's where you're needed,
that's where the sense of love is complete.
Sensul iubirii
Mă pregătesc să te întâlnesc.
O cunună de viorele în jurul capului
și o voaletă de flori de măr.
O coroană...Da, îmi trebuie coroana...
Coroana ta preferată
alcătuită din șapte păsări
în cele șapte culori ale curcubeului.
Rochiță cu cristale sau
să mă ascund sub o hlamidă
din valuri cu stele de mare,
scoici și căluți de mare...?
Să mă cauți sub scoarța copacilor
acolo unde sevele urcă proaspete,
gata să se dăruie mugurilor,
frunzele murmur
Why are you running away from me, muse?
You're laughing!
My pen has only succeeded
To throw a web on the paper
a spider web
in which got caught altogether
a flower pot with soul flowers
a wide pallete of violet
a song that has been haunting me
when i miss
two blue eyes in which
the stars, the moon sparkle and in which the sun wins,
his golden, fair face in his maturity
his last smile, his last glance,
the heroic light that clothed his being...
But what do all those things have in common
it's hard to put on a white sheet of paper,
Poetry...
A word as big as the Universe.
You have to let you soul settle
like a dove that
bre
De ce fugi de mine, muză?
Râzi!
Penița mea a reușit doar
Să întindă pe hârtie o pânză
de păianjen
în care s-au prins de-a valma
o glastră cu flori de suflet,
o paletă amplă de violet
o melodie ce mă urmărește
când mi-e dor
de doi ochi albaștri în care strălucesc
stelele, luna și învinge în ei soarele,
chipul lui bălai la maturitate
ultimul zâmbet, ultima privire,
lumina eroică ce-i îmbrăca ființa...
Dar ce au toate astea în comun
e greu de scris pe o coală albă
The Sun, the great, writes inside our souls,
with sunshine he writes , their irreplaceable symphony.
The eternally determined sequence
by our evanescent,
tenderly found again in an andante scents,
on a lake shore, in an autumn meadow filled glade
or strolling through the vineyard, the garden, the orchard,
those are his signatures.
Blossomed in a song, or in the fragment of a dream,
how beautiful the people are when they are happy,
like an evanescent flower necklace On Happiness's hot breasts!
A hand-holding harvests one from the other
a breeze exchange that sais:
"Friend, how the beautiful, the unspoken lies inside you,
like on
Semnul soarelui
Soarele, marele, scrie în suflete,
cu raze scrie, irepetabila lor simfonie.
Secvența delimitată în eternitate
cu aromele noastre trecătoare,
gingaș regăsite într-un andante
pe malul unui lac, într-o poiană plină cu brândușe
ori cutreierând via, grădina, livada,
este o semnătură a lui.
Îmbobociți într-un cântec, ori într-o frântură de vis
ce frumoși sunt oamenii când se bucură,
o salbă de flori trecătoere pe sânul fierbinte al Fericirii!
O strângere de mân
Your kiss... my scepter by Ella-Popescu, literature
Literature
Your kiss... my scepter
Your kiss... my scepter.
Kiss me,
as the sun kisses the colorless matter;
by its magic, the sun lights up all the colours.
Kiss me,
as the sun, that by its magic
gave birth to the living world,
a world in which living energy,
life
pulsates, sparkles with essences
under its forehead.
Kiss me,
until my matterial ragg will fall
I would incandescently be reborn under
the shield of the body
until all my dreams in which
my soul has flew by your side
higher than the sky
will be layed down at your feet,
our souls intensely lived
their own legend,
your kiss that tastes like the heart of a star,
your kiss that smells like pure ne
Sarutul tau...sceptrul meu by Ella-Popescu, literature
Literature
Sarutul tau...sceptrul meu
Sărutul tău...sceptrul meu!
Sărută-mă,
ca soarele materia incoloră
ce prin magia lui
aprinde culorile toate.
Sărută-mă,
ca soarele ce prin magia lui
a născut lumea vie,
o lume în care energia vie,
viața,
pulsează, scânteiază sub frunți
esențe.
Sărută-mă,
până-mi va cade straiul material,
incandescentă să renasc de sub
scutul trupului,
să se întindă la picioarele tale
toate visele în care
sufletul meu a zburat alături de tine
mai sus de soare,
sufletele noastre și-au tră
The hour was a golden curl,
lost from an unearthly presence
pulsating so close, all around us
to crush us.
I think that happiness was shaking her locks
and it hit us, fleeting by
crushing within us the
fragrant, bittersweet
ripe bunches of grapes
as clear as a tear,
getting us drunk.
Ora
Ora era o buclă aurie rătăcită
de o nepământeană prezență
pulsând atât de aproape, jur împrejurul nostru
să ne strivească.
Eu cred că fericirea își scutura puternic pletele
și ne-a plesnit în treacăt
strivind în noi ciorchinii plini,
aromați, dulci amărui,
atât de lacrimă, îmbătându-ne.
I'm preparing to meet you
A violet garland around my head
and an apple-flower veil.
A crown... Yes, I need my crown...
Your favourite crown
made of seven birds
in the seven colours of the rainbow.
A crystal dress or
should I hide under a mantle
of waves, with starfish,
seashells and sea horses... ?
Search for me under the tree bark
there where the tree saps climb freshly,
ready to give themselves to the buds,
the leaves sweetly murmur
refreshing the sky.
Search for me where there's need for sunshine,
that's where you're needed,
that's where the sense of love is complete.
Sensul iubirii
Mă pregătesc să te întâlnesc.
O cunună de viorele în jurul capului
și o voaletă de flori de măr.
O coroană...Da, îmi trebuie coroana...
Coroana ta preferată
alcătuită din șapte păsări
în cele șapte culori ale curcubeului.
Rochiță cu cristale sau
să mă ascund sub o hlamidă
din valuri cu stele de mare,
scoici și căluți de mare...?
Să mă cauți sub scoarța copacilor
acolo unde sevele urcă proaspete,
gata să se dăruie mugurilor,
frunzele murmur
Why are you running away from me, muse?
You're laughing!
My pen has only succeeded
To throw a web on the paper
a spider web
in which got caught altogether
a flower pot with soul flowers
a wide pallete of violet
a song that has been haunting me
when i miss
two blue eyes in which
the stars, the moon sparkle and in which the sun wins,
his golden, fair face in his maturity
his last smile, his last glance,
the heroic light that clothed his being...
But what do all those things have in common
it's hard to put on a white sheet of paper,
Poetry...
A word as big as the Universe.
You have to let you soul settle
like a dove that
bre
De ce fugi de mine, muză?
Râzi!
Penița mea a reușit doar
Să întindă pe hârtie o pânză
de păianjen
în care s-au prins de-a valma
o glastră cu flori de suflet,
o paletă amplă de violet
o melodie ce mă urmărește
când mi-e dor
de doi ochi albaștri în care strălucesc
stelele, luna și învinge în ei soarele,
chipul lui bălai la maturitate
ultimul zâmbet, ultima privire,
lumina eroică ce-i îmbrăca ființa...
Dar ce au toate astea în comun
e greu de scris pe o coală albă
The Sun, the great, writes inside our souls,
with sunshine he writes , their irreplaceable symphony.
The eternally determined sequence
by our evanescent,
tenderly found again in an andante scents,
on a lake shore, in an autumn meadow filled glade
or strolling through the vineyard, the garden, the orchard,
those are his signatures.
Blossomed in a song, or in the fragment of a dream,
how beautiful the people are when they are happy,
like an evanescent flower necklace On Happiness's hot breasts!
A hand-holding harvests one from the other
a breeze exchange that sais:
"Friend, how the beautiful, the unspoken lies inside you,
like on
Semnul soarelui
Soarele, marele, scrie în suflete,
cu raze scrie, irepetabila lor simfonie.
Secvența delimitată în eternitate
cu aromele noastre trecătoare,
gingaș regăsite într-un andante
pe malul unui lac, într-o poiană plină cu brândușe
ori cutreierând via, grădina, livada,
este o semnătură a lui.
Îmbobociți într-un cântec, ori într-o frântură de vis
ce frumoși sunt oamenii când se bucură,
o salbă de flori trecătoere pe sânul fierbinte al Fericirii!
O strângere de mân
Your kiss... my scepter by Ella-Popescu, literature
Literature
Your kiss... my scepter
Your kiss... my scepter.
Kiss me,
as the sun kisses the colorless matter;
by its magic, the sun lights up all the colours.
Kiss me,
as the sun, that by its magic
gave birth to the living world,
a world in which living energy,
life
pulsates, sparkles with essences
under its forehead.
Kiss me,
until my matterial ragg will fall
I would incandescently be reborn under
the shield of the body
until all my dreams in which
my soul has flew by your side
higher than the sky
will be layed down at your feet,
our souls intensely lived
their own legend,
your kiss that tastes like the heart of a star,
your kiss that smells like pure ne
Sarutul tau...sceptrul meu by Ella-Popescu, literature
Literature
Sarutul tau...sceptrul meu
Sărutul tău...sceptrul meu!
Sărută-mă,
ca soarele materia incoloră
ce prin magia lui
aprinde culorile toate.
Sărută-mă,
ca soarele ce prin magia lui
a născut lumea vie,
o lume în care energia vie,
viața,
pulsează, scânteiază sub frunți
esențe.
Sărută-mă,
până-mi va cade straiul material,
incandescentă să renasc de sub
scutul trupului,
să se întindă la picioarele tale
toate visele în care
sufletul meu a zburat alături de tine
mai sus de soare,
sufletele noastre și-au tră
You gently stroke the keys of a broken piano
singing a voiceless song
shadows waltz in the pandemonium of sin
desires hidden for too long
The touch of your pale skin
such purity so far
your bottled selfishness
alone, keeps us on par
I lust after you
to taint your very being
yet your pain, pains me
and sends my demons fleeing
I love you like a rose
its beauty mocked by thorns
a love painted with black
adorned with a sea of scorns
To love you, would be sin
but I do, so very much
will you promise me eternity?
a love as dark as such?
I loved you I love you
I loved you I love you
I loved you I love you
I loved y
I
Deep within the crevice,
of a tower of brier
a girl lay trapped,
within a dark desire
acquiescent to the lies
around her
tainted memories
slowly begins to blur
II
Forever dethroned,
to no more but ash
lamentations in vain,
blood stains the velvet blue sash
when will you come rescue me,
dearest prince?
for so long I have waited,
for you since
III
I seek out the light,
that shines through the curtain
The wonders out there,
brings hope I am certain
may it be your warm hand,
that takes me away
your sugarcoated lies,
that leads my heart astray
IV
Oh dearest prince,
I dream of you every night
your sweet
The flower in the shroud by AdeliseEclair, literature
Literature
The flower in the shroud
I
A scream echoes,through the hollow morn
duty withheld, to be forever sworn
the eyes that glow, in the morning light
take me away, from the eternal night
II
The voice within, its songs resound
enticing my soul, calling me to the mound
I feel its grasp, gaping near and near
tell me the secrets, of the voices I hear.
III
Pain sings a song, like an eternal sonata
heart's sentiments compare to a spring born narra
let reality be soft, like the "piano" in a tune
drip....drop.....fall tears the shade of rune
eventually
all your thoughts will turn to dust
and like smoke they'll weave away into thin air,
leaving nothing behind
but a few ghastly embers that float away in the swirling wind
and that's when you'll wish you had captured your beautiful flames
and molded them into words
golden, pouring words
phrases in which your thoughts could breathe on, immortally suspended in the air we swim in
for your thoughts are stinging and urgent now, but in time
only pure words will preserve the blush of fires
you stoke in the corners of your mind
that
Skeleton fingers dance across ivory keys,
Wringing out a tune of terror, loss and pleas.
The melody swoops and soars high in flight,
Haunted and beautiful in the still of the night.
It snares the bitter and broken and holds them near,
Singing its promise of revenge in their ear.
They're a procession of the beaten easily caught;
Long written off, left for dead, and allowed to rot.
Bruised faces gaze up at their new master;
He bangs the keys fiercely, harder and faster.
As the crescendo builds, so does their rage,
Screaming and beating at the walls of their cage.
Cold dead fingers storm over splintering notes,
A song that rises and
they say he rules with an iron fist,
the winter king in all his glory.
close the shutters and bolt the doors,
his majesty visits tonight.
he looks for children out of their beds,
and women all alone in the dark.
close the shutters and hold them close,
his majesty visits tonight.
they say your tears will freeze on your cheeks,
and your lips will be blue as you scream.
close the shutters and stoke the fire,
his majesty visits tonight.
if you hear a knock, knock on the door,
then crawl quickly under the bed.
close the shutters and pray for mercy,
his majesty visits tonight.
My dear friends, this is Ella's daughter. It pains me to announce you that last Tuesday Ella has ceased to exist. Her suffering was ended by a heart attack. Her poems will always remind me and my brothers of her. I don't really know what to say or what to do with her account. I think I will keep it and translate all the other poems she wrote and post them here. There are no words that can describe my feelings right now, but I strongly believe she has gone to a better place and that she is reunited now with my father.
I hope you will all continue to read and cherish her beautiful poems.
This is all I had to say...
I love you all like my mot
Hi, my dear, friends, sorry for the delay.... I have re-edited my latest poems and now you can access the English versions of them. I hope you enjoy them.
Pentru watcher-ii mei romani, am updatat noile poezii si acum puteti citi si variantele in engleza. Sper sa va placa.
Yesterday I reached my first 1000 pageviews and I was really happy to see that.
I have to thank you all for being so nice and taking your time to visit my page a little.
I hope I can keep up the good work and my daughter will try to get me up to date a little bit with the submissions, now that her exams are over.
I hope you come back here soon!
Keep in touch!
Yours, Ella Popescu.