Mihai Eminescu (Romanian pronunciation: [miˈhaj emiˈnesku]; born Mihail Eminovici; ) was a Romantic poet, novelist and journalist, often regarded as the most famous and influential Romanian poet. Eminescu was an active member of the Junimea literary society and he worked as an editor for the newspaper Timpul ("The Time"), the official newspaper of the Conservative Party (1880–1918). His ... more »
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Mihai Eminescu Poems
Once on a time, as poets sing High tales with fancy laden, Born of a very noble king There lived a wondrous maiden.
To The Star
So far it is athwart the blue To where yon star appears, That for its light to reach our view Has needed thousand years.
Of All The Ships
Of all the ships the ocean rolls How many find untimely graves Piled high by you upon the shoals, O waves and winds, o winds and waves?
Mighty Venice now has fallen low, One hears no songs, no sound of festive balls; On steps of marble and through gateways falls The pallid moon's unearthly silver glow.
The years have passed like clouds across the dale; The years have gone and will return no more, For they no longer move me, as the lore Of legend, and of song, and doina's tale
ODE in antique metre
I little thought that I would learn to die; Forever young, enveloped in my cloak, My dreaming eyes I lifted to the star Of solitude.
The Brazen Bells of Midnight...
The brazen bells of midnight upon the darkness toll, But sleep, life's custom agent, won't take from me his dole; Down paths so many follow, death would my spirit lead, And death, when all considered, resembles life indeed;
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Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his ...