Monday, April 14, 2014

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 

Thnx to Pierre Lebrun 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

A little flower by Macwolls Kay

Please pick me a little flower, 
a sweet scented flower with bright red petals, 
A flower nurtured with heart and plucked with care.

Please pick me a flower to make my day
A flower to aid my failing tongue
a little flower to make her smile a little flower to make my wish.

Please pick me a flower for my thoughts
a flower for my mind
a flower in sorrow a flower in grieve
A flower in joy a flower in happiness
Please pick me a sweet little flower 

И ПЛАКАХА ЦВЕТЯТА от Христо Ясенов

Поле от сняг. И мека вечер пада.
Във бяла скръб прислушани тополи.
И пак една душа самотна страда,
и пак сама в страдания с моли.

Увехнал ден. И плакаха цветята -
под пресен сняг въздишки притаени...-
И с мойта скръб ний плачем в тишината,
един във друг, един от друг родени.