Sweet Spring/ Dulcea Primavara Poem by Magdalena Biela

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there's nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love"

e. e. cummings
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Dulcea primavara e timpul tau
e timpul meu e al nostru timp
caci primavara e iubire
si viva iubirea dulce

(Toate pasarile mici vesele
zboara-n plutire si-n
spiritele cantand
sunt aripi in inflorire)

Iubiti pleaca, iubiti vin
ratacind in mirare
insa orice doi sunt perfect
singuri nimeni altul nu exista

(asa un cer si-asa un soare
nu am stiut si nici tu
si toti nicicand n-au respirat
atat de multe feluri de da)

nu-i copac sa-si poate numara frunzele
fiecare deschizandu-se usor
dar care stralucind cu miile
inseamna doar un lucru uimitor

(in secret adorand timid
aripi mici repezit zburand
vesele in inflorire
mereu bucuros sinele cantand)

Dulcea primavara e timpul tau
e timpul meu e al nostru timp
caci primavara e iubire
si viva iubirea dulce