Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum venustiorum:
passer mortuus est meae puellae,
passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat.
nam mellitus erat suamque norat
ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem,
nec sese a gremio illius movebat,
sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc
ad solam dominam usque pipiabat.
qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
illuc, unde negant redire quemquam.
at vobis male sit, malae tenebrae
Orci, quae omnia bella devoratis:
tam bellum mihi passerem abstulistis
o factum male! o miselle passer!
tua nunc opera meae puellae
flendo turgiduli rubent ocelli.

William Shakespeare. Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

Ella Higginson. Four-Leaf Clover

I know a place where the sun is like gold,

  And the cherry blooms burst with snow,

And down underneath is the loveliest nook,

   Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

Emily Dickinson.                                                                    

The wind tapped, like a tired man

The wind tapped, like a tired man

And, like a host, "Come in"

I boldly answered. Entered then

My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,

If you can keep your head when all about you

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

Paul VERLAINE

Il pleure dans mon cœur

Il pleure dans mon cœur

Comme il pleut sur la ville ;

Quelle est cette langueur

Qui pénètre mon cœur ?

Paul VERLAINE

Chanson d’automne

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon coeur
D’une langueur
Monotone.

Поэма о витражах

Я взяла тонкое и жёлтое стекло

И взглянула сквозь него на звёзды.

Мир вспыхнул золотым светом.

Просто это цвета, которые отражены.

Vivamus mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum severiorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!

Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum venustiorum:

 

Images of snow

by Rg. Gregory