France Preseren Mind Poems

  • 1.
    These tear-stained flowers of a poet's mind,
    Culled from my bosom, lay it wholly bare;
    My heart's a garden: Love is sowing there
    Sad elegies each with my longing signed.
    ...
  • 2.
    O happier half of days decreed to me,
    My early years, so soon you passed away:
    Few were the flowers that blossomed on that tree,
    And they, scarce budded, fell into decay.
    ...
  • 3.
    Since from my heart's deep roots have sprung these lays,
    A heart not to be silenced any more;
    Now I am like to Tasso who of yore
    Would sing his Leonora's fame and praise.
    ...
  • 4.
    A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined,
    Of fifteen sonnets is the chaplet bound,
    And in it thrice the Master Theme must sound:
    Thus are the other harmonies combined.
    ...
  • 5.
    As over them malignant storm clouds flew,
    Your poet's days were but disgust, despair;
    By all the furies harried, he nowhere
    Could find release nor any rest he knew.
    ...
  • 6.
    Fresh flowers will spread fragrance far and near,
    Like roses when the winter's passed away,
    And spring displays its marvellous array,
    While through the trees white scattered blossoms peer.
    ...
  • 7.
    A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined;
    A record of my pain and of your praise,
    Since from my heart's deep roots have sprung these lays,
    These tear-stained flowers of a poet's mind.
    ...
  • 8.
    O'er thee, Misfortune, I have ceased to wail,
    I'll utter no reproaches any more.
    Thank God, I'm used to griefs thou hast in store
    And to the sufferings in life's strong jail.
    ...
  • 9.
    Where tempests roar and nature is unkind:
    Such was our land since Samo's rule had passed
    With Samo's spirit - now an icy blast
    Sweeps o'er his grave reft from the nation's mind.
    ...
Total 9 Mind Poems by France Preseren

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