Peter Mamara


Peter Mamara Poems

1. Priest Versus Philosopher 9/8/2016
2. Oh, Sublime Truth… 9/8/2016
3. Fabulous Stories 9/8/2016
4. Like The Merchants Of Constantinople… 9/8/2016
5. In My Search For Scheherazade 9/8/2016
6. Venus And Madonna 9/8/2016
7. Allegorical Rhymes 9/8/2016
8. A Dacian's Prayer 9/8/2016
9. First Letter 9/8/2016
10. Second Letter 9/8/2016
11. Third Letter 9/8/2016
12. Fourth Letter 9/8/2016
13. Fifth Letter 9/8/2016
14. The Years Have Passed 9/8/2016
15. I'm Far Away From You 9/8/2016
16. At The Same Alley 9/8/2016
17. A Glance 9/8/2016
18. Andrei Mureshan 9/8/2016
19. Memento Mori 9/8/2016
20. The Story Of The Wizard, Who Travelled To The Stars 9/8/2016
21. Colin 9/8/2016
22. The Evening Star 9/8/2016
23. Echo 9/8/2016
24. At The Death Of A German 9/8/2016
25. At The Death Of Prince Stirbei 9/9/2016
26. Good-Looking Lad From Linden Tree 9/9/2016
27. Blue Flower 9/9/2016
28. At The Tomb Of Aron Pumnu 9/9/2016
29. A Harp On A Grave 9/9/2016
30. Whispers The Sound Of The Sea 9/9/2016
31. And If… 9/9/2016
32. Epigrams 9/9/2016
33. The Hermit 9/9/2016
34. Oh, I Count Crying 9/9/2016
35. She Follows Her Way Into The Woods 9/9/2016
36. God And Man 9/9/2016
37. I Had A Muse 9/9/2016
38. If I Had 9/9/2016
39. Egypt 9/9/2016
40. To The Star 9/9/2016
Best Poem of Peter Mamara

Anthropomorphism

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

A crested chicken with snowy plumage
Lives in a secluded coop, like in a cool refuge.
There isn't any cock over the whole yard,
Which could stalk her chaste youth.

How coquettish she is. And how graciously she walks.
And what lovely stars she paints with her claw in the sand.
She is a virtuous chick. She is a too good chick.
She looks devoutly for barley seeds and breadcrumbs.

But who is to admire her youthful looks and her charm?
Should it be the bull with one eye, which sees only half of its hay?
Oh! ...

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Odin And The Poet

By M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

They ask me to sing... I'm supposed to polish
My deep sadness in rhyme and in cadence —
Sweetly, like the spring moonlight
As seen in a garden in Italy at night —
And with my sweet poems I'm supposed to make any woman sigh.
How nice it could be for many men. For me, no! Not for me.
And silly young guys

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