10 Best Famous Amazonian Poems
Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Amazonian poems. This is a select list of the best famous Amazonian poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Amazonian poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of amazonian poems.
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Written by
Delmira Agustini |
SpanishLa princesita hipsipilo, la vibrátil filigrana,—Princesita ojos turquesas esculpida en porcelana—Llamó una noche a mi puerta con sus manitas de lis.Vibró el cristal de su voz como una flauta galana. —Yo sé que tu vida es gris.Yo tengo el alma de rosa, frescuras de flor temprana, Vengo de un bello país A ser tu musa y tu hermana!—Un abrazo de alabastro…luego en el clavel sonoroDe su boca, miel suavísima; nube de perfume y oroLa pomposa cabellera me inundó como un diluvio.O miel, frescuras, perfumes!…Súbito el sueño, la sombraQue embriaga..Y, cuando despierto, el sol que alumbra en mi alfombraUn falso rubí muy rojo y un falso rizo muy rubio! EnglishThe amazonian little princess, a vibratile filagree,—Turquoise eyes sculpted of porcelain, little princess—Called one night at my door with her small hands of iris.And the trilling crystal of her voice was like an elegant flute: —I know your life is gray.I have the soul of a rose, the dew of budding flowers, I come from a beautiful country To be your sister and muse!—.An arm of alabaster…then, in the sonorous carnationOf her mouth, softest honey; in a cloud of gold and perfumeShe surrounded me, brash horsewoman, like a deluge.Oh honey, freshness, perfumer!…The sudden dream, the shadowWhich intoxicates…and when I wake, the sun that falls on my carpetIn a false ruby very red, and a false ringlet very blond.
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Written by
Victor Hugo |
("Temps futurs.")
{Part "Lux," Jersey, Dec. 16-20, 1853.}
O vision of the coming time!
When man has 'scaped the trackless slime
And reached the desert spring;
When sands are crossed, the sward invites
The worn to rest 'mid rare delights
And gratefully to sing.
E'en now the eye that's levelled high,
Though dimly, can the hope espy
So solid soon, one day;
For every chain must then be broke,
And hatred none will dare evoke,
And June shall scatter May.
E'en now amid our misery
The germ of Union many see,
And through the hedge of thorn,
Like to a bee that dawn awakes,
On, Progress strides o'er shattered stakes,
With solemn, scathing scorn.
Behold the blackness shrink, and flee!
Behold the world rise up so free
Of coroneted things!
Whilst o'er the distant youthful States,
Like Amazonian bosom-plates,
Spread Freedom's shielding wings.
Ye, liberated lands, we hail!
Your sails are whole despite the gale!
Your masts are firm, and will not fail—
The triumph follows pain!
Hear forges roar! the hammer clanks—
It beats the time to nations' thanks—
At last, a peaceful strain!
'Tis rust, not gore, that gnaws the guns,
And shattered shells are but the runs
Where warring insects cope;
And all the headsman's racks and blades
And pincers, tools of tyrants' aids,
Are buried with the rope.
Upon the sky-line glows i' the dark
The Sun that now is but a spark;
But soon will be unfurled—
The glorious banner of us all,
The flag that rises ne'er to fall,
Republic of the World!
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