Octavian PALER
A Futile Lesson in Logic That’s the way things happen logically, we leave and arrive somewhere. We leave for an instant, for an hour, for a lifetime, perhaps we shouldn’t have left, but that’s not the problem, but the fact that we arrive somewhere, we always arrive somewhere, we may not arrive on time, we may […]
Nichita STĂNESCU
The poet just like the soldier has no private life. His private life is dust and ashes. He uplifts in the claws of his convolutions the ant’s feelings and draws them, draws them nearer to his eye until they turn into his own eye. He lends his ear to the belly of the […]
Cezar BALTAG
The Ball of Yarn The most far-reaching road that can dwell within the utterly pygmaean hillock ; in fact the hill is nothing else than a road within the road. Oh, what soreness, what twists and twirls, what wrappings and windings on the road that begets a hill ! How you bury […]
Grigore VIERU
Henceforth “Happy is he who clearly bears in mind the name of a light.” Henceforth, I might as well Live without my feet, Indeed, without them ― I’ve already reached the one I craved to reach. And without my eyes, Indeed, without them, I’ve already seen the one I craved to see. […]
Ioanid ROMANESCU
Nothingness I had been bestowed a wasteland I was supposed to make it fertile, to populate it and raise a temple in which to suffer humiliation there ! it’s done : a river of sounds, a procession of shadows and my empty grave since death has thrown my ashes in the eyes of […]
Ştefan Augustin DOINAŞ
Reiteration Space ― but how could come into sight that place-nonplace dwelt by indefinitely goldening hymns, where time throbs like a chaste halleluiah amongst clouds ? The space in which we yearn and wane did not exist : we have nourished it together. Everything is dainty there, and sacred, quencing the thirst of […]
Mihai EMINESCU
125 ANI DE ETERNITATE / 125 ANS D’ ÉTERNITÉ Pagini din universul postumelor / Pages de l’ univers des posthumes PRIN NOPŢI TĂCUTE (1869) / PENDANT LES NUITS PLACIDES Pendant les nuits placides, Parmi les prés languides, Aux ailes du vent perfide, J’ entends une voix. Parmi le nuage qui passe, Et […]
Arthur PORUMBOIU
PURTĂM ÎN NOI Purtăm în noi un acut – iubire născînd precum un trandafir miresme sub carul subţire. Pe palmele-ţi de borangic, eu pun sărutul de iubire şi tu miroşi ca grîu-n spic. Banale orale nu-ţi cer tribut – spre a-ţi umbri făptura, doar soarele ţi pune-aura cînd în miezul da zenit e; cu el […]
Anda CHIS
Iubirea goală puşcă Peste o pleoapă mi-am surprins iubirea în braţele anilor de tinereţe şi-am înţeles preţul nopţilor nedormite cum recuzita sprîncenelor mi-a mutat psalmii în dormitor şi s-au echilibrat exerciţiile de acrobat pe retină cu reuşita respiraţiei aproape de cealaltă pleoapă mai era foarte puţin şi s-ar fi aşezat goală puşcă pe scaunul meu […]
Cristina ZUGUN ELOAE
L’acteur Je suis un acteur Captif dans la même pièce de théâtre, J’ai un seul coeur Parce que je suis amateur, Et je souffre; Je ne me détache pas du rôle, Parce que j’ai peur. Je suis l’héroine, le personnage principale, D’une histoire d’amour, Qui attends le prince et son cheval, Et peins les gris […]