What are the short poems written by famous foreign poets, and what are the short poems of modern for

There are many such as "When You're Old", Miłosz.

1, "Because I Love You".

Because I love you, that's why you're so beautiful, and others look at you with admiration.

Because I love you, that's why you don't go young, there are no wrinkles at the corners of your eyes, and there are not a single strand of gray hair on your forehead.

Because I love you, that's why you're so beautiful!

But don't be arrogant and don't use tricks!

If my love dies, if my heart no longer looks up to you, in an instant you will become old and ugly!

2. "To Wordsworth".

Acura poet of nature, you have waved tears and seen things pass, never to return:

The brilliance of childhood, youth, friendship and first love all fade away like a dream, making you feel sad.

I also appreciate this. But there is a loss, although you understand, but only I regret it:

You are like a lone star, whose light shines.

a small boat, in the waves of a winter night;

Thou hast stood like a refuge of stone in a sea of blind strife;

In the midst of glorious afflictions, you sang and dedicated your song to the God of truth and only

Now that you have forsaken these, I grieve for you, and judge myself as two before and after.

3, "The Wanderer of the World".

Tell me, the stars, your wings of light, exalted in the flight of your flames, in which cave in the night in which do you fold your wings?

Tell me, Moon, thou art pale and weak, wandering on the path of heaven, where shall thou be in the place of day or night in which thou shalt find peace?

Tired wind, thou art adrift, like a guest banished from the world, and do you still have a secret lair to live in, in a tree or on a wave?

4. "Prayer in Spring".

Oh, please give us joy in the flowers today;

Please don't make us think too far ahead, like those uncertain gains; Let's stay here in the most vibrant spring of the year.

Oh, please give us joy in the white orchard, not like anything in the day, but like a ghost in the night;

Let's be among the happy bees, happy when the bee colony gathers around the perfect tree, expanding.

Let us be happy among the birds flying wildly, when suddenly their voices are heard above the swarm, like the beak of a pinpoint, the meteor squeezes in, and rushes through a quiet flower in the middle air.

Because this is love and nothing else, love is preserved for God above, because of love, he can deify himself to the fullest, but this love needs us to practice it.

5. The bundle of thoughts.

I remembered the beach, the fields, the tears, the laughter.

I think of the home I built – and it was blown away by the wind.

I think of parties, but every meeting is a farewell.

I think of the stars running in solitude, the orioles in pairs, the setting sun in a panic, fading in the gloom.

I want to cross the universe to the next planet, to the last planet.

I'm going to leave a few tears, and some laughter.