Poemas en ingles de 3 estrofas: POEMAS EN INGLÉS – English Poems

Poemas en ingles de 3 estrofas: POEMAS EN INGLÉS – English Poems

Cinco poemas en inglés y español de Giovanni Quessep

De su primer libro El ser no es una fábula (Being is not a fable) de 1968.

Mientras cae el otoño

Nosotros esperamos
envueltos por los hojas doradas.
El mundo no acaba en el atardecer,
y solamente los sueños
tienen su límite en las cosas.
El tiempo nos conduce
por su laberinto de horas en blanco
mientras cae el otoño
al patio de nuestra casa.
Envueltos por la niebla incesante
seguimos esperando:
La nostalgia es vivir sin recordar
de qué palabra fuimos inventados.

As autumn falls

Shrouded in golden leaves,
we wait.
The world doesn’t end at sunset
and only dreams
limit themselves to things.
Through a labyrinth of blank hours
time leads us on
as autumn falls
over our house, our patio.
Shrouded in a relentless fog
we wait, we wait:
nostalgia means to live without remembering
the word we are made of.

De su quinto libro Preludios (Preludes) de 1980.

Para hacerte a la música

Necesitas de todo, de los caminos grises,
de las hondas penumbras
o las luces del alba,
de pájaros que cantan aún en el silencio;

necesitas del cielo
y la hoja de otoño,
de unas manos vacías o el amor que no vuelve,
de la blancura de la nieve;

necesitas de todo para el sueño,
para hacerte a la música de los azules más distantes,
para que al fin tu alma
tenga confianza en la muerte.

To become one with music

You are in need of everything:
grey roads,
deep glooms,
birds that sing even in silence;
the sky,
an autumn leaf,
hands empty,
love unreturning,
snow’s whiteness;
dawn lights,
you are in need of everything the dream requires,
to become one with the music
of the most faraway blues
so that eventually your soul
will have confidence in death.

De su sexto libro Muerte de Merlín (Death of Merlin) de 1985.

Entre árboles

Si eres tú la que busco
ven en la noche de perdidos reflejos,
si eres el cuerpo amado
ven entre árboles, entre canciones.

Aquí te espera un tiempo
desposeído de sus fábulas,
un cuerpo castigado por la vida
y las zarzas de los caminos.

Si eres tú la que viene
déjame una señal entre los árboles:
un velo blanco, una huella en el polvo
me bastarán en mi miseria.

Ven que la muerte espera,
como floresta magnífica espera la muerte;
si eres tú la que busco
ven protegida por un cielo.

In between trees

If you are who I look for, come
in the night of lost reflections,
if you are the beloved body,
come in between trees, in between songs.

Here awaits you a time
dispossessed of fables,
a body punished by life
and the roads’ brambles.

If you are she who comes,
leave me a sign in between trees:
a white veil, a trace in the dust
will suffice in my wretchedness.

Come now that death awaits
as marvellous forest awaits death;
if you are who I look for,
come under the sky’s protection.

De su séptimo libro, Un jardín y un desierto /A garden and a desert) de 1993.

Un verso griego para Ofelia

La tarde en que supe de tu muerte
fue la más pura del verano, estaban
los almendros crecidos hasta el cielo,
y el telar se detuvo en el noveno
color del arco iris. ¿Cómo era
su movimiento por la blanca orilla?
¿Cómo tejió tu vuelo de ese hilo
que daba casi el nombre del destino?

Sólo las nubes en la luz decían
la escritura de todos, la balada
de quien ha visto un reino y otro reino
y se queda en la fábula. Llevaron
tu cuerpo como nieve entre la rama
del polvo que ya ha oído el canto y guarda
la paz del ruiseñor de los sepulcros.

Cerré la verja del jardín, las altas
ventanas del castillo. Apenas quise
dejar que entrara el trovador que hacía
agua y laúd y flor de la madera.
Dijo su canto: el tiempo ha destejido
lo que tejió el Señor, tapiz de plata
que ya sucede y anda por la luna,
tapiz que a la madeja vuelve. Sola
podrás hallar la forma que te espera.

No sé que azul de pronto estuvo solo,
no sé cuál bosque dio a la luna amarga
su sortilegio, el girasol hallado
bajo la nave en viajes que recuerdan
las claras aguas del Mediterráneo.
La tarde en que yo supe que te ibas
fue la más pura de la muerte: estabas
en mi memoria hablándome, olvidada
entre las azucenas y en un verso
de san Juan de la Cruz. Qué cielo había
qué mano hilaba lenta, qué canciones
traían el dolor, la maravilla
que se asombra de ser en esa hora
en que estalló la luna en los almendros
y quemó los jazmines. Tú venías
por el lado del mar donde se oye
una canción, tal vez de alguna ahogada
virgen como tus pasos en la tierra.

Luego te fuiste por mi alma, reina
de fábulas antiguas y de polvo
semejante a las naves que sembraron
de sándalo y de cedro el mar de vino.
Solo te ibas, bella y en silencio,
bella como la piedra; había en hombro
un violín apagado. Los almendros
del patio y los jazmines anunciaban
una tormenta de verano. El cielo
quebró el espejo de mi casa y honda
sonó la muerte en el aljibe. Estuve
así, perdido en esa zarza ardiente
que en la memoria oculta a los que amamos.
Vestí de luto azul y quedé solo

“en vísperas del día más extenso”.

A Greek Verse for Ophelia

The afternoon I knew your death–
the summer’s purest, the almonds
had grown up to the sky,
and the loom halted in the rainbow’s
ninth colour. How, by the white rim, did
her movement go?
How was your flight by that thread woven
which gave almost the name of destiny?

Only the clouds uplifted in the light
told everybody’s writing, the ballad
of who has seen a kingdom and
another kingdom and remains
within the fable. They carried
your body, snow between dust branches
that have already heard the song and keep
peace of the nightingale among the tombs.

I shut the garden gates, the
castle’s high windows. Indeed I grudged
the troubadour, transmuting wood
to water, flower and lute, entry.
He sang his song; time has unravelled what
the Lord has ravelled, silver tapestry
already happening, moonlit wandering,
yet returning to the skein.  Alone
you may find the shape that awaits you.

I don’t know what blue was, there and then, lonely,
I don’t know what forest imparted to
the bitter moon its enchantment, the sunflower found
under the ship on voyages that recall
the Mediterranean clear waters.
The afternoon I knew you
were leaving was death’s purest: you
were in my memory talking to me
among the lilies, in some lines by
Saint John of the Cross. What sky was there,
what hand knit slowly, what songs
brought the pain, the marvel
that is awed of being at that hour
in which the moon burst on the almonds
and burned down the jasmines.  You came
by the side of the sea from where a song
is heard, perhaps from a drowning
virgin, as your steps on the land.

Then you departed through my soul, you queen
of ancient fables, dust kindred to those ships
that once seeded  from sandal-
-wood and cedar the wine sea.
Alone you travelled, beautiful, in silence,
stone-beautiful; in your shoulder
a violin stopped in its tracks. The almonds in
the courtyard and the jasmines announced
a summer storm. The sky
shattered my house’s mirror, death
resounded deep in the cistern. I was
thus lost in that fiery bramble, in which
our memory conceals our loved ones.
I wore blue mourning and remained alone

“on the eve of the longest day”.

De su decimosegundo libro, El artista del silencio (The artist of silence) del 2012

El artista del silencio

¿Habría de negarlo?
Si soy el último hombre que camina sobre la tierra
y habría de negarlo si no hay pájaros
que canten una canción en el otoño
si no hay otoños si ya ha pasado el tiempo de las estaciones
y habría de negarlo
si no hay azul a quien decirle mi desconcierto
si estoy donde los colores no tienen nombre
en el juicio final incesante de los jardines
Soy el último hombre que grita sobre la tierra
que grita al cielo que se ha ocultado para siempre
y habría de negarlo a quién ¿a Dios?
acaso Dios es el artista del silencio
de tantas hojas que no son o siguen cayendo al abismo
y estallan en el aire sucio pero en qué aire.

The artist of silence

Should it be denied?
If I am the last man walking on the earth
I would have to deny it
if there are no birds to sing an autumn song
if there is no autumn if the time of the seasons has already passed
I would have to deny it
if there is no blue for me to tell my bewilderment
if I am where the colours have no name
in the gardens’ incessant final judgement
I am the last man shouting on the earth
who shouts to the sky that has hidden itself forever
and I would have to deny it to whom, to God?
God is perchance the artist of silence
for there are so many leaves that are not or keep falling into the abyss
and explode in the squalid air but what air.

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15 Poemas Cortos en Inglés Para Leer y Disfrutar

Desarrollar las habilidades de lecto-escritura cuando se aprende un nuevo idioma puede ser un reto para algunos. Sin embargo, siempre que encontremos algo que nos atrape y nos haga interesarnos en seguir leyendo, todo estará bien. Es por eso que queremos mostrarte esta selección de poemas cortos en inglés para despertar tu interés en la lectura.

Todos disfrutamos un poco de poesía de vez en cuando. La poesía puede ser tan hermosa, rítmica y significativa que diga todo lo que queremos expresar en pocas palabas; por esto no es de extrañar que la poesía haya tenido una larga historia que se remonta a tiempos prehistóricos.

Índice

  1. 15 Excelentes poemas cortos en inglés
    1. 1. The Rose Family. Robert Frost
    2. 2. Sonnet 29. William Shakespeare
    3. 3. No Man Is An Island. John Donne
    4. 4. It’s All I Have To Bring Today. Emily Dickinson
    5. 5. Fire and Ice. Robert Frost
    6. 6. Dreams. Langston Hughes
    7. 7. I heard a fly buzz – when I died. Emily Dickinson
    8. 8. A Dream Within A Dream. Edgar Allan Poe
    9. 9. Now We Are Six. A. A. Milne
    10. 10. A Red, Red, Rose. Robert Burn
    11. 11. A Glimpse. Walt Whitman
    12. 12. Love After Love. Derek Walcott
    13. 13. Sonnet XLIII. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
    14. 14. Remember. Christina Georgina Rossetti
    15. 15. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers. Emily Dickinson

15 Excelentes poemas cortos en inglés

Los poemas cortos en inglés, aunque lo sean en longitud, pueden transmitir una infinidad de sentimientos y despertar innumerables emociones con pocas palabras.

Además de esto, son una excelente fuente de estudio para los estudiantes que buscan ampliar su vocabulario, mejorar su lectura o incluso aprender cómo escribir este género en un nuevo idioma.

1. The Rose Family. Robert Frost

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose –
But were always a rose.

2. Sonnet 29. William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

3. No Man Is An Island. John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

4. It’s All I Have To Bring Today. Emily Dickinson

It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.

5. Fire and Ice. Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

6. Dreams. Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

7. I heard a fly buzz – when I died. Emily Dickinson

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –

The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –

I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –

With Blue – uncertain – stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –

8. A Dream Within A Dream. Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

9. Now We Are Six. A. A. Milne

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

10. A Red, Red, Rose. Robert Burn

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

11. A Glimpse. Walt Whitman

A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.

12. Love After Love. Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

13. Sonnet XLIII. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

14. Remember. Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

15. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers. Emily Dickinson

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —
And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —
I’ve heard it in the chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.

Aquí los tienes, 15 poemas cortos en inglés para leer y disfrutar que serán de gran ayuda en tu aprendizaje de este nuevo idioma.

Poems in English with translation and meaning

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Poems in English about life

Mood to reflect on the meaning of life? It is better to read poetry in English — and you will improve your language, and new thoughts will appear. nine0003

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Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember’d well!

Sogleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but distant — clear, but oh, how cold!

George Gordon Byron

Sleepless sun! Sad star!
How tearfully your ray always flickers,
How the darkness becomes even darker with it,
How it resembles the joy of former days!

So the past shines on us in the night of life,
But powerless rays no longer warm us;
The star of the past is so visible to me in grief,
Visible, but far away — bright, but cold!

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Literal translation

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies

What is our life if, full of worries,
We do not have time to stop and look at it. nine0003

No time to stop under the branches
And watch as long as sheep or cows do.

No time to look around when we walk through the forest,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in the grass.

There is no time to see streams in the light of day,
Full of stars, like the sky at night.

There is no time to turn around at the gaze of Beauty herself
And see how her legs dance.

There is no time to wait until her lips
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Such a life is poor if, full of worries,
We do not have time to stop and look at it.

William Henry Davis

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Free translation

Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
Oh, why lament its fall?

Rapidly, merrily,
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly!

What though Death at times steps in
And calls our best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?

Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.

Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!

Charlotte Brontë

Believe that life is not a game,
Dark forest is not fairy tales;
How often a light rain in the morning
Promises us a day of miracles.

Let the sky look gloomy —
Clouds will rush;
A shower of roses will revive,
Withered slightly.

Crazy, irrevocable,
The days of life are leaving,
Cheerful, pleasant,
They will leave us!

So what if death is always
Follows life?
After all, trouble seems terrible,
When there is no hope.

Hope for difficulties in spite of
Every moment holds us;
She is a wing of tranquility
And a spring of fresh strength.

Let us meet many and difficult
Obstacles here,
But glorious and wonderful
Years of life are waiting for us!

Charlotte Brontë

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Poems in English about love

When it is difficult to express your feelings to a loved one, a love poem will save the situation.

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Literal translation

If I had two nickels to rub together,
I would rub them together
Like a kid rubs sticks together
Until friction made combustion
And they burned a hole in my pocket
Into which I would put my hand
And then my arm
And eventually my whole self.
I would fold myself
Into the hole in my pocket and disappear
Into the pocket of myself, or at least my pants,
But before I did
Like some ancient star,
I’d grab your hand.

Kevin Varrone

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If I could rub two nickels together,
I would rub them together,
Like a child rubs sticks,
Until the friction ignites
And they burn a hole in my pocket,
Into which I would stick a brush,
And then my whole hand
And finally all of myself.
I would put myself
Into a hole in my pocket and disappear
In my pocket or at least in my pants
But before I do that
Like some ancient star
I would grab your hand.

Kevin Varron

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Literal translation

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

William Butler Yeats

When you are middle-aged, gray-haired and full of sleep
And you begin to nod off at the fireplace, take this book,
And read slowly, and remember that soft look,
Which was once inherent in your eyes, and their deep shadows.

How many loved your moments of happy grace
And loved your beauty with true or false love,
But one person loved the soul of a wanderer in you
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And, bending over the red-hot grate,
Mutter, a little sad, how love has fled,
And walked over the mountains there, overhead,
And hid her face in the host of stars.

William Butler Yeats

Poems in English about friendship

As they say, strong friendship will not break, but with poems it will become even stronger! Tell a friend a poem in English to show how much he means to you.

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Literal translation

nine0012 I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take your pain away,
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today!

I’ll listen when you need to talk,
I’ll wipe away your tears,
I’ll share your worries when they come,
I’ll help you face your fears.

I’m here, and I will stand by you
On each hill you have to climb.
So take my hand, let’s face the world
And live one day at a time!

You’re not alone, for I’m still here. nine0057 I’ll go that extra mile.
And when your grief is easier,
I’ll help you learn to smile.

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I can’t heal your aching heart,
I can’t take away your pain,
But let me stay, take your hand
And walk with you today!

I will listen when you need to talk,
I will wipe your tears,
I will share your worries if they arise,
I will help you face your fears. nine0003

I am here and I will be by your side
On every hill you have to climb.
So take my hand, let’s look at this world
And we will live one day!

You are not alone because I am still here.
I’ll go the extra mile.
And when your grief eases,
I will help you learn to smile.

Unknown author

Original

nine0012 Literal translation

I have a friend
Whose name is…
And we have fun together.
We laugh and play
And sing all day
In any kind of weather.

Unknown author

I have a friend,
Whose name is…
And we have fun together.
We laugh and play
And sing all day
Whatever the weather.

Unknown author

Poems in English about birthday

Do you want to impress the birthday man with an unusual congratulation? Learn a holiday poem for him in English!

Original

Free translation

Have an amazing birthday,
Have a wonderful life every day,
May you have plans of success
And try to avoid making a mess. nine0003

Save problems with the «cold» reaction,
Take from love hot satisfaction.
May all your dreams come true!
All the best! Happy birthday to you!

Unknown author

May your birthday be amazing,
May life seem beautiful every day,
And all things are shrouded in amazing success,
You avoid futile polemics.

Take a calm look at all problems
And enjoy the passion of love. nine0057 Let all dreams come true with dignity!
Happy birthday, c’est la vie!

Unknown author

Original

Free translation

I wish you wisdom for right decisions,
I wish you savvy to reach success.
Let all your finance be risen,
Wishing good luck and happiness.

Be strong and healthy, don’t ever change,
Let true friends be beside you always.
Don’t pay attention to your age,
Enjoy your life and Happy Birthday!

Unknown author

I wish you wisdom for the right decisions,
Ingenuity to achieve success,
Income of all your increases,
Good luck, happiness so as not to part.

I also wish you strength and health,
Regardless of age, do not change.
May true friends be with you,
To enjoy this day and life. nine0057 Happy birthday!

Unknown author

Original

Literal translation

Birthday girl, today’s your day!
Time to eat cake, sing songs and play.
There are so many ways to have birthday fun.
Here’s hoping you get to do every one!

Unknown author

Birthday girl, today is your day! nine0057 Time to eat cake, sing songs and play.
There are so many ways to have fun on your birthday.
I hope you try them all!

Unknown author

Poems in English about the New Year

Don’t know what toast to say at the New Year’s table? Turn on your creativity — tell a poem in English!

Original

Literal translation

New Year’s Day, a happy day!
We are glad and want to play.
We all dance and sing and say,
«Welcome! Welcome, New Year’s Day!»

Unknown author

New Year’s Day, happy day!
We are happy and want to play.
We all dance, sing and say:
«Welcome, New Year’s Day!»

Unknown author

Original

Literal translation

Come, children, gather round my knee,
Something is about to be.

Tonight’s December thirty-first,
Something is about to burst.

Hark! It’s midnight, dear children.
Duck! Here comes another year.

Ogden Nash

Come on, children, all to me,
Something must happen. nine0003

This evening, December 31st,
Something has to happen.

Chu! It’s midnight, dear children.
Hooray! Here comes the new year.

Ogden Nash

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  • The 8 best poems in English

    Do you know any poems in English? Perhaps more than you think. In different languages ​​there are verses, the lines of which literally everyone knows. And English is no exception. However, the rating of the best poems is an extremely subjective thing, because each of us has our own preferences. But some lines have stood the test of time, and it is these works that we will talk about today. nine0003

    1. The Tyger, William Blake

    It’s okay, you’ve been spelling tiger correctly all this time. But we are in the 18th century, and the spelling rules here are slightly different. William Blake is considered one of the representatives of the romantic era in England. But this does not mean that all the poems were about love! Rather, they were imbued with emotion, description of nature and the spirit of individualism. Tiger is one of his most famous pieces and is played in schools as children love the rhythm and the words. The most famous lines are the beginning of the poem:

    Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

    In the forests of the night…

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    2. If (If), Rudyard Kipling

    Rudyard Kipling is world famous for The Jungle Book, but «If» is considered his most famous poem. Kipling is a controversial figure in literature for his support of 19th century imperialism. But «If» remains a motivational mantra about how to survive adulthood. Two lines of a poem are written at the players’ entrance to Wimbledon’s center court, which teaches that victories and defeats are the same:

    If you can meet with triumph and disaster

    And treat those two imposters just the same…

    Ozymandias is another work of the era of romanticism known all over the world with these lines:

    My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

    Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

    I am Ozymandias, I am the mighty king of kings! nine0057 Look at my great deeds…

    Ozymandias is the Greek name of Ramses II. The sonnet tells of the inevitable decline of great rulers. One of the best episodes of Breaking Bad was called «Ozymandias» and *spoiler alert! * it showed the decline of a powerful man watching his empire crumble.

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    4. Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare

    How can you rank the best English poetry without including Shakespeare? His most famous sonnet is famous for these lines:

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

    Thou art more lovely and more temperate…

    Can I compare your features with a summer day?
    But you are sweeter, more moderate and more beautiful.

    This poem is often used in wedding vows and frilly romantic films when characters confess their love to each other. The poet describes the beauty of the beloved and compares it with a summer day.

    5. The road not taken by Robert Frost

    Robert Frost is an American poet and The Road Not Taken is his most iconic work. These lines are often read at high school and university graduation ceremonies, encouraging young people to choose their own path into adulthood. nine0003

    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

    I took the one less traveled by,

    And that has made all the difference.

    Now I would say, leaving sorrow:
    I chose the road that was less trampled —
    All the difference in this between them was.

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    6. Daffodils (Daffodils), William Wordsworth

    I wandered like a cloud in the spring (I wandered lonely as a cloud) … a line that both adults and children know in England. Wordsworth, a poet of the Romantic era, is known for his love of nature, and «Daffodils» is proof of this. This is a simple and sweet poem about nature and the countryside. After its release, the poem was heavily criticized, but now it is one of the most beloved poems in all of Britain. nine0003

    7. The new colossus, Emma Lazarus

    It will be difficult for non-Americans to understand the title of this sonnet, but most of us know the image the verse is dedicated to. The sonnet, written in 1883, is dedicated to the Statue of Liberty and is on a plaque inside the statue’s pedestal. The Sonnet has turned the Statue of Liberty into a symbol of immigration and the welcome the US is ready to give to newcomers. The two most famous lines are:

    Give me your tired, your poor,

    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…

    And give me your unfortunate, your poor,
    Your downtrodden masses dreaming of breathing freely

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