Sunday, 2. March 2008, 18:59:56
There used to be twenty generations within me
At least
I cannot tell why but this morning,
Maybe because the window was open,
One of us took a leap from the top floor
Then, one by one,
Every one of us began to leap off,
As if from a diving-board,
One after the other, like links in a chain,
Embodying the lemming's
Death-instinct
Half an hour later,
I too was stark naked
To my shame I too had leapt off
It seems I died around the fourth floor;
Anyway, around the second,
I was out of the picture
You are being told this
By a passer-by,
That is, by one of us
Who came out smelling of roses
Marin Sorescu
Monday, 18. February 2008, 18:04:12
For many nights I hear the rain,
I hear matter cry in vain
I am alone dreaming again
About lacustrine dwellings
It seems I sleep on soaking boards,
A wave hits on my back, I sank
I startle and I don`t recall
Pulling the bridge off from the bank
Through history a void has stretched,
To those forgotten times, a lapse
I `m there now and I can hear
Heavy with rain the stilts collapse
For many nights I hear the rain,
I tremble, I feel a timeless pain
I am alone dreaming again
About lacustrine dwellings
George Bacovia
Monday, 18. February 2008, 17:55:48
And let the grain which I brought from the mill
(the heavier it is, the more putrescible)
in its tender-firm kernel with dying fill
(the grayer it is, the more comestible)
let the lion roar led astray by dust
(the crueler it is, the more incredible)
from white skulls let the bindweed spring robust
(the slower it is, the more invisible)
and above us spider cast warp and woof
(the lower it is, the more intangible)
to catch the door and thread it to the roof
(the more refined it is, the more invincible)
how meek is the body in the soul so terrible!
Ştefan Augustin Doinaş
Sunday, 22. July 2007, 21:54:13
Sign 12
Little by little she became a word,
bundles of soul on the wind,
a dolphin in the clutches of my eyebrows,
a stone provoking rings in water,
a star inside my knww,
a sky inside my shoulder,
and I inside I.
Nichita Stãnescu
Thursday, 28. June 2007, 15:47:03
A Poem
Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?...
Nichita Stãnescu
Thursday, 28. June 2007, 15:39:54
Public clock with statues
The stones open an eye of stone,
the bones open an eye of bone.
Each dog has a snout in place of its eyes, and barks
from three snouts, generously.
It's a constant transforming of eyes in the air.
The eye of the cat turns into leaves.
The leaves murmur a sweet lament
in the sockets of the mother cats.
My eyes remain open and misted.
My eye blinks in the town council tower,
and suddenly I sense in my sockets,
with infant in arms, the statues of Mary.
Nichita Stănescu
Tuesday, 26. June 2007, 15:05:25
Another kind of Mathematics
We know that one times one is one,
but an unicorn times a pear
have no idea what it is.
We know that five minus four is one
but a cloud minus a sailboat
have no idea what it is.
We know that eight
divided by eight is one,
but a mountain divided by a goat
have no idea what it is.
We know that one plus one is two,
but me and you, oh,
we have no idea what it is.
Oh, but a comforter
times a rabbit
is a red-headed one of course,
a cabbage divided by a flag
is a pig,
a horse minus a street-car
is an angel,
a cauliflower plus an egg
is an astragalus.
Only you and me
multiplied and divided
added and substracted
remain the same...
Vanish from my mind!
Come back in my heart!
Nichita Stãnescu
Thursday, 21. June 2007, 14:12:49
The hieroglyph
What loneliness
to find no meaning
when there is a meaning
And what loneliness
to be blind in the full light of day, -
and deaf, what loneliness,
amidst the swelling of a song
But not to understand
when there is no meaning,
and to be blind in the middle of the night,
and deaf when silence is complete, -
oh, loneliness within loneliness!
Nichita Stănescu
Thursday, 21. June 2007, 14:09:50
The golden age of love
My hands are in love,
alas, my mouth loves -
and see, I am suddenly aware
that things are so close to me
I can hardly walk among them
without suffering.
It is a sweet feeling
of waking, of dreaming,
and I am here now, without sleep -
I clearly see the ivory gods,
I take them in my hands and
thrust them, laughing, in the moon
up to their sculpted hilts -
the wheel of an ancient ship, adorned
and spun by sailors.
Jupiter is yellow, Hera
the magnificent shades to silver.
I strike the wheel with my left hand and it moves.
It is a dance of sentiments, my love,
many a goddess of the air, between the two of us.
And I, the sail of my soul
billowed with longing,
look for you everywhere, and things come
ever closer,
crowding my chest, hurting me.
Nichita Stănescu
Thursday, 21. June 2007, 14:01:06
Sentimental story
Then we met more often.
I stood at one side of the hour,
you at the other,
like two handles of an amphora.
Only the words flew between us,
back and forth.
You could almost see their swirling,
and suddenly,
I would lower a knee,
and touch my elbow to the ground
to look at the grass, bent
by the falling of some word,
as though by the paw of a lion in flight.
The words spun between us,
back and forth,
and the more I loved you, the more
they continued, this whirl almost seen,
the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.
Nichita Stãnescu
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