She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!



Lord Byron

BESMRTNA PESMA – MIKA ANTIC

I
Ako ti jave: umro sam,
A bio sam ti drag,
Mozda ce i u tebi
Odjednom nesto posiveti.
Na trepavicama magla.
Na usni pepeljast trag.
Da li si, uopste, ponekad
Mislio sta znaci ziveti?
K’o sneg u toplom dlanu
U tebi detinjstvo kopni.
Brige…
Zar ima briga?
Tuge…
Zar ima tuga?

Po merdevinama maste
U mladost hrabro se popni.
Tamo te ceka ona
Lepa, al’ lukava, duga.

I zivi.
Sasvim zivi.
Ne grickaj kao mis dane.
Siroko zvaci vazduh.
Prestizi vetar i ptice.
Jer, najzad, sve kratko traje:
Odjednom nasmejani
U ogledalu nekom
Dobijaju zborano lice.

Odjednom, u ponekom uglu,
Vreba poneka suza.
Nevolje na prstima stignu.
Godine postanu sivlje.

Odjednom svet,
Dok hodas,
Sve vise ti je uzan
I osmeh sve tisi i tisi
I nekako – iskrivljen.

Zato zivi.
Al’ sasvim.
I ja sam ziveo tako.
Za pola veka samo
Stoleca sam obisao.
Priznajem: pomalo luckast.
Ponekad: naopako.
Al’ nikad nisam stajao.
Vecno sam isao…
Isao…
Stvarno, da li si kat-kad
Mislio sta znaci umreti?
I, gde to nestaje covek?
Sta ga to zauvek iste?
Nemoj ici na groblja -
Nista neces razumeti.
Groblja su najcrnji vasar,
I ruzno pozoriste.
Ti nisi za takve teatre
Gde nema nade i vatre,
Teatre presahlih suza
Gde vlada grobljanski red,

Gde nema svadje i pesme
I nema aplauza.

I kraj se zna unapred.


II
Ako ti jave: umro sam,
Evo sta ce to biti.

Hiljadu sarenih riba
Leprsace mi kroz oko.

I zemlja ce me skriti.
I korom ce me skriti.
A ja cu za to vreme
Leteti visoko…
Visoko.

Zar mislis da moja ruka,
Koleno,
Ili glava
Moze da bude sutra
Koren breze,
Il’ trava?

Da neka malecka tajna
Il’ neki luckasti strah
Mogu da postanu sutra
Tisina,
Tama
I prah?

Znas, ja sam odnekud sa zvezda.
Sav sam od svetlosti stvoren.
Nista se u meni nece
Ugasiti ni skratiti.
Samo cu, obicno tako,
Jedne slucajne zore
Svom nekom dalekom suncu
Zlatnih se ociju vratiti.


Jer ja sam za teatre
Sa mnogo srca i vatre,
Gde nikad ne vlada red,
Gde ima i svadje,
I pesme
I vriske,
I aplauza.

I kraj se ne zna unapred.

III
Ja sam prelepo ziveo,
Jer to sam zaista znao.
Ako ti jave: umro sam,
Ne veruj,
To ne umem.
Ljubav je jedini vazduh
Koji sam udisao.
I osmeh jedini jezik
Koji na svetu razumem.
Na ovu zemlju sam svratio
Da ti namignem malo.
Da za mnom ostane nesto
Kao leprsav trag.
I zato: ne budi tuzan.
Toliko mi je stalo
Da ostanem u tebi
Budalast i cudno drag.
Nocu, kad gledas u nebo
I ti namigni meni,
Neka to bude tajna.
Uprkos danima sivim,
Kad vidis neku kometu
Da nebo zarumeni,
upamti: to JA jos uvek
sasav letim i zivim.

Zjelim josh i za uvjek da budem dio TEBE..................

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me -
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea

Prolaze gradom umorne bivse lepojke
iz moje slatke mladosti
skrivaju bore, s linijom se bore
vreme im smislja pakosti

Najbolji momci sa korzoa
mladi lavovi, mangupi, ugursuzi
sad su soferi, magacioneri
kriju ih mracni bircuzi...

 

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