The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

The road is not selected
Two roads in a yellow wood went in two different directions:
Regretting that he can not go two at a time
And be one traveler, I stood gazing
Into the first of the road, to turn her away,
Where his eyes disappeared into the thick bushes and branches;
Then I went the other of them, no less interesting,
Maybe worth to choose from this one cause,
That, rarely used, overgrown with grass;
And yet, so I could turn to the left as to the right:
Here and there were the same rut,
Full leaf, which at this time of the morning
They not meant to have traces of black streaks.
Oh, I know: but first I'll put on later,
Dear us in other ways lead - and can
I do not appear in the same place a second time.
After many years, the face of the wrinkles Zoran,
I will tell it with a sigh and a vague moral:
It happened to me once to see the forest in the morning
Two ways: I went the less traveled -
The rest comes from the fact that it chose her.
Acceptance
When the sun, the remnants of the forces, the end of the radius
Clinging cloud, falls into the abyss of fire -
Over what had happened, screams of horror and amazement
Nature does not increase. After impossible,
To the birds do not know that near darkness.
They know, one suppression trembling in his chest rumble
I mętniejące eye bolt eye.
Other, low over the grove hurrying home,
Surprised by the sudden twilight, at the last minute
Falls into a slot, stored in the branches -
What most think that chirp: "So
I could! Let the night darkness around the cocoon;
Let it be quite dark clouded by darkness everywhere
That's what has to be. This is what will be, will be: let it be. "
Fire and ice
Some say that the world will destroy the fire,
Others that ice.
That met fierce desire,
I am with those who say the fire.
If the world could die and twice,
I think I know about hatred
Enough to say, equally good ice
It is, to destroy,
And it is in abundance

... Kobieta Kultura(lnie) Poezja. Najpiękniejsze wiersze!
Temat: Poezja. Najpiękniejsze wiersze!

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andzelika666 andzelika666 2011-05-15 22:04:24
Podobnego wątku na wizazu nie ma, więc zakładam nowy.

Proszę, piszcie swoje ulubione wiersze.


„Wierz mi są dusze dla siebie stworzone.
Niech je w przeciwną los potrąci stronę,
One wbrew losom, w tym lub w tamtym świecie,
Znajdą, przyciągnął i złączą się przecie.”
A. Fredro

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„ … nic nie dzieje się przedwcześnie,
I nic się nie dzieje za późno,
I wszystko się dzieje w swym czasie,
Wszystko …
Wszystkie uczucia, spotkania,
Odejścia, powroty, czyny, zamiary,
Zawsze właściwą godzinę biją Boże Zegary”
R. Brandstaetter

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Droga nie wybrana
Dwie drogi w żółtym lesie szły w dwie różne strony:
Załując, że się nie da jechać dwiema naraz
I być jednym podróżnym, stałem, zapatrzony
W głąb pierwszej z dróg, aż po jej zakręt oddalony,
Gdzie wzrok niknął w gęstych krzakach i konarach;
Potem ruszyłem drugą z nich, nie mniej ciekawą,
Może wartą wyboru z tej jednej przyczyny,
Że, rzadziej używana, zarastała trawą;
A jednak mogłem skręcić tak w lewo, jak w prawo:
Tu i tam takie same były koleiny,
Pełne liści, na których w tej porannej porze
Nie znaczyły się jeszcze śladów czarne smugi.
Och, wiedziałem: choć pierwszą na później odłożę,
Drogi nas w inne drogi prowadzą - i może
Nie zjawię się w tym samym miejscu po raz drugi.
Po wielu latach, z twarzą przez zmarszczki zoraną,
Opowiem to, z westchnieniem i mglistym morałem:
Zdarzyło mi się niegdyś ujrzeć w lesie rano
Dwie drogi: pojechałem tą mniej uczęszczaną -
Reszta wzięła się z tego, że to ją wybrałem.
Akceptacja
Kiedy słońce, resztkami sił, końcem promienia
Uczepione obłoku, spada w otchłań ognia -
Nad tym, co zaszło, krzyku grozy czy zdumienia
Nie podnosi przyroda. Przecież niepodobna,
By ptaki nie wiedziały, że mrok niedaleko.
Wiedzą: jeden przytłumia drżący w piersi pomruk
I mętniejące oko zasuwa powieką,
Inny, nisko nad gajem śpieszący do domu,
Zaskoczony przez nagły zmierzch, w ostatniej chwili
Zapada w gniazdo, w zapamiętane gałęzie -
Co najwyżej pomyśli czy zaćwierka:" Czyli
zdążyłem! NIech się wokół noc mrokiem oprzędzie;
Niech się stanie dość ciemna by mrok zasnuł wszędzie
To, co ma być. To, co ma być, będzie: niech będzie."
Ogień i lód
Jedni mówią, że świat zniszczy ogień,
Inni, że lód.
Iż poznałem pożądania srogie,
Jestem z tymi, którzy mówią: ogień.
Gdyby świat zaś dwakroć ginąć mógł,
Myślę, że wiem o nienawiści
Dość, by rzec: równie dobry lód
Jest, aby niszczyć,
I jest go w bród.

Gonimy wciąż za szczęściem, szukamy go wszędzie,
zazdrościmy każdemu, który je zdobędzie,
chcemy urwać dla siebie choćby cząstkę małą,
wyszarpując ? niszczymy czasem resztę całą…

Stawiamy sobie cele, po nocach nie śpimy,
działając zbyt pospiesznie za błędy płacimy
a szczęście mimo wszystko czasem nam umyka
i w czeluściach niebytu bezpowrotnie znika.

A gdy po wielu próbach wreszcie się udaje
szczęście nasze dogonić, cieszyć nas przestaje
po niezbyt długim czasie. Zamiast je docenić
lekkomyślnie pragniemy na inne je zmienić.

Zakończmy tę gonitwę! Doceńmy, co mamy!
Jakże śmieszni jesteśmy, kiedy się staramy
znaleźć bardzo daleko to, co mamy blisko
zwłaszcza, że… szczerze mówiąc
mamy… prawie wszystko!