3 MOST POPULAR ROMANTIC POEMS

3 MOST POPULAR ROMANTIC POEMS

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Nazim Hikmet, "I love you"

I love you

the adventure of the ship that goes towards the pole

I love you

the audacity of the players of the great discoveries

I love distant things in you

I love the impossible in you

within your eyes like in a wood

full of sun

and sweating hungry, infuriated

I have the hunter's passion

to bite into your flesh.

I love the impossible in you

but not despair.

Gaius Valerius Catullus, "We live, my Lesbian, and we love"

We live, my Lesbia, and we love,

and every treacherous murmur of the old

the vile currency is worth for us.

The day can die and then rise again,

but when our short day dies,

an endless night we will sleep.

Give me a thousand kisses, and then a hundred,

then give me another thousand, and then a hundred,

so a thousand continuous, and therefore a hundred.

And when they will be a thousand and a thousand,

we will hide their true number,

that you do not throw the evil eye the envious one

for such a high number of kisses.

Charles Baudelaire, "Hymn to Beauty"

Come from the deep sky or get out of the abyss,

Beauty?
Your gaze, divine and infernal,

dispense in bulk relief and crime,

and in this you can be compared to wine.

Enclose the sunset and the aurora in your eye;

smell the air like a stormy evening;

your kisses are a filter and your mouth an amphora

that make the hero and the brave child vile.

Do you come out of the black chasm or descend from the stars?

The enraged Destiny follows your skirt

like a dog; sow joy and disaster at random,

and governments everything and nothing responds.

Walk on the corpses, or Beauty, scoffing them,

of your jewels the Horror is not the least attractive,

Assassination, in the midst of your dearest pendants

on your proud belly dance lovingly.

Toward you, candle, the dazzled moth

crackles and burns saying:
 Blessed the flame!

The panting lover bent over the beloved

he looks like a dying man caressing the grave.

Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter,

Beauty! Huge, scary, naive monster!

If your eyes, your smile, your foot open the door

of an Infinity that I love and have never known?

From Satan or from God, what does it matter? Angelo or Sirena,

you make us - with velvet eyes,

rhythm, perfume, light, my only queen!

The less odious universe, the less heavy the minute?