Robert Burns .....

[Hey Joe]

Robert Burns .....

maj men kur ishim ne gjimnaz , femrave u ka pas pelqyer shume kjo poezia :

E beri zoti seksin mashkull, kur ende s'kishte shkolle

Se zoti shkollen se kish dashur, ndaj s'ishte mendjeholle,

Pastaj mesimet zoti ndoqi, mes librave i strukur,


U lodh dhe koken e perpoqi, dhe doli "seksi bukur"..


Sa here kena bo shaka me ket poezine e burns , pas saj vijonte :

A DREAM


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Hail,majesty most excellent


While nobles stribe to please u,


Will u accept a compliment


A simple poet gives u?

 

[I love new york]

Re: Robert Burns .....

Burns eshte nje nga poetet e mi te preferuar...

dikur kur isha ne gjimnaz e recitoja shume shpesh poezine e Mary Morrison

O Mary do t'i te mundosh
ate qe zbret per ty ne varr
do shpirt e zemer t'i coptosh
per faktin qe te do me zjarr

Ne s'me pranon si dashuror
trego per mua pak meshire
ti s'mund te kesh nje shpirt mizor
O Mary Morrison e mire

 

[inanissa]

Re: Robert Burns .....

..te arta qofshin ato gra
si ti nuk ka...
si ti nuk ka...
eh po ka pasur poeta nje here e nje kohe...

 

[Gysi]

Re: Robert Burns .....

Kush mund t'a gjeje dot ate vjershen "Miut qe ia prisha folene me plugun tim"?
Eshte shume e bukur.

 

[eniad]

Re: Robert Burns .....

To A Mouse
On Turning Up Her Nest With The Plough, November, 1785

Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi' bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve:
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss 't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' wast,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here beneath the blast
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble
An' cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain
For promised joy.

Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But, och! I backward cast my e'e
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

P.S. Kerkoj ndjese, pasi e gjeta vetem ne anglisht dhe e di qe eshte pak e veshtire per t'u kapur pasi stili eshte disi arkaik, but I tried. /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif

 

[eniad]

Re: Robert Burns .....

AE FOND KISS
by: Robert Burns (1759-1796)
E fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy;
Naething could resist my Nancy;
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love for ever.

Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met--or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

Kjo eshte nje tjeter poezi e jashtezakonshme e Burns-it. Sa e fuqishme fjala!!!!!

 

[RD.6855]

Nje mik te ndershem dhe nje gote,
akoma c'te kerkoj?
Dhe hallet qe ka zuska bote,
me mjegull t'i mbuloj.

Gezimi rruges na ndjek hapin,
vec lumturia hesht;
Ajo na fshihet dhe s'e kapim,
mbi te s'kemi pushtet.

R.Berns