I keep looking
the mornings with poppies spread in veins when the yellow dress will be worn the body a young animal and the blood like a foal will run free on fields caressed by dew English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu
Romania, WORLD’S POETS
Romania, WORLD’S POETS
Have Pity My Lord
Have pity on my thoughts, oh Lord , they have experienced bad winds and times I do not know the word to heal and where, My Lord is that to seal? Past midnight I lay in bed I thought I rid and hundreds push at the gates of thought and world. Have pity, Lord, upon
Romania, WORLD’S POETS
Another Mystery in Silence
A mystery silently I say, in silence I long. What mystery my heart asks for, to tell about you at the well. To bring the string into this world of water, becoming a river, the mystery written in the song whispering like a spring. I shall say nothing about you, Nor call it a well,
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Romania, WORLD’S POETS
Timeshapes
What other surgery could change your looks?! Except those performed by Time? Altering your mortal condition! This is no longer you, a possible objection! You suggest we should deny ourselves for the sake of transformation? Is this possible?! How?! What should be the condition of your heart?! And what hand should hold the scalpel of
Romania, WORLD’S POETS
Developing and Amounting Dyson Shells in the Star Clusters
„… there is nothing new under the sun” quoted the Sermonizer… In the 21st century we spell out: This system of this sun is a big blue marble, a Dyson Swarm! Preserving energy! Preserving life! Above all – preserving the #1 Law – the Law of Disengagement! That we should face the Cosmic People clean
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Greece, WORLD’S POETS
Women
They bear a child They do not become They are the pillars of societies Or tribus They are They exist Women, Creators of rainbows Of Angels Of Gods Women, Show them respect As you respect your mama Your daughter Your sister Women, We supposed to be all together But the new societies Makes us ennemies
Greece, WORLD’S POETS
Nothing (Love poem)
Nothing belongs to us Nothing belongs to us We are free We are the captain of our soul… Nobody can say this or that and you must execute… Nobody belongs to us We are choosing according our feelings Our thoughts Our beliefs Our stomach More a person make you laugh The more you want to
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SLOVAKIA, WORLD’S POETS
The Return
There, to the most beautiful places Of my childhood, Take me. In a forest infected with mange, Beneath the skeletons of pines, Let’s kiss. In the meadows broken up by bulldozers And thronging with thistles, Let’s frolic. In the hayloft with vertebra broken And the sky’s patches, in the nettles, Let’s make Love. Translated by
SLOVAKIA, WORLD’S POETS
Beneath a Poisonous Tree
My uneasiness beats day and night against the shores. I’m a faithful sheepdog, thankful I can lick your heels, And like a bothersome being, I flatter, rage, threaten Though I know only death shall gather all your roses. There’s no security, even here the serpent’s eye is watching; Death in the sun, in the softly
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SLOVAKIA, WORLD’S POETS
Aridness
Devastated by dislove As this region by the summer’s drought, On the threshing floor I’m pulling up the brown stalks, Gathering the dry leaves beneath the trees; The peaches I cut in two hold worms, The orchard has the sand’s color, The sun burns like nettles, An unpunished incendiary – Instead of the mixture of