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English Poetry Recital Kandarp

Golden slumbers

Agua de estrellas

One of the most iconic poems of American literature

Poem English Harlem Langston Hughes

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

Langston Hughes, "I, Too" from The Collected Works of Langston Hughes. Copyright © 2002 by Langston Hughes.

Poem I too Langston Hughes

तट पर है तरुवर एकाकी,
नौका है, सागर में,
अंतरिक्ष में खग एकाकी,
तारा है, अंबर में,

भू पर वन, वारिधि पर बेड़े,
नभ में उडु खग मेला,
नर नारी से भरे जगत में
कवि का हृदय अकेला!

Poem Hindi Harivanshray Bachchan Ekant Sangeet

SONETO DE FIDELIDADE

De tudo, ao meu amor serei atento
Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto
Que mesmo em face do maior encanto
Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.

Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento
E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto
E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto
Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento.

E assim, quando mais tarde me procure
Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive
Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama

Eu possa lhe dizer do amor (que tive):
Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama
Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.

Poema Brasileiro Soneto de Fidelidade Vinicius de Moraes

When you are old and grey 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.

When you are old Yeats

Cuando yo llegue a vieja

-si es que llego-
y me mire al espejo
y me cuente las arrugas
como una delicada orografía
de distendida piel.
Cuando pueda contar las marcas
que han dejado las lágrimas
y las preocupaciones,
y ya mi cuerpo responda despacio
a mis deseos,
cuando vea mi vida envuelta
en venas azules,
en profundas ojeras,
y suelte blanca mi cabellera
para dormirme temprano
-como corresponde-
cuando vengan mis nietos
a sentarse sobre mis rodillas
enmohecidas por el paso de muchos inviernos,
sé que todavía mi corazón
estará -rebelde- tictaqueando
y las dudas y los anchos horizontes
también saludarán
mis mañanas.

Poem Gioconda Belli Desafio a la vejez

Sometimes
I want to die.
To be done with it all
At last.
Never make my bed again.
Never answer another letter
Or water the plants.
None of those efforts
I must make
Every day
To keep alive.

But then
I do not want to die.
The leaves are turning
And I must see the scarlet and gold
One more time.
A single yellow leaf
Tumbling through
The sunlit air
One last time.

Poem English Wanting to die May Sarton

Geet Panna Naik Gujarati

કોઈક સુસ્ત સાંજે
આકાશમાં અચાનક દેખાઈ જતા
મેઘધનુષને જોઈને
સહેજ ચીડ ચડે છે.
શું હવે આ મેઘધનુષ પર
લપસણીની જેમ સરકવાનું ?
કે આ રંગોને ઓળખવાનો ઢોંગ કરવાનો ?
રંગ સાપેક્ષ કે નિરપેક્ષ,
એ વિચાર પણ હવે વ્યર્થ લાગે છે.
અત્યારે તો હું માત્ર એટલું જ ઈચ્છું છું કે
મારી બારીની બહાર મને દેખાય
એક કોરું, સ્વચ્છ, ખાલી આકાશ.
એટલું ખાલી એટલું સફેદ
કે મારી આંખો એમાં શોધી શકે
વર્ષો પહેલાં
મારી સાવ પાસેથી થઈને
ઊડી ગયેલા
એ સફેદ પક્ષીને.

Manisha Joshi Svachchh Akash

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

One Art Elizabeth Bishop

The Wish Louise Glück

Kandarp is an actor and academic based in Barcelona, Spain. He recites poetry in Spanish, Portuguese, English, Gujarati, Hindi, Urdu and Catalan.

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