Gabriela PACHIA
The Expendable Poet Collective trophies crisscross on the revolutionary boulevard, under compact fluorescent streetlamps, the accipitrine memory – a gaia in a tarmacked diary – breathes stiflingly, like the prelude of race engine cramps. Decidedly, the sapient semicentury is effortlessly consumed by the assiduous rubber tire dust, while dreams stretch out their trunks guilefully […]
Ion PACHIA TATOMIRESCU
In the Nature of Joy, in the Geometry of Your Snowflake… It seems a cherry blossom ballet, breezing April’s photons : it is snowing innocently, rustlingly… …and the chorale of brownish leaves, secular, imperial platans resounds, among the golden penguins of the fountain basin, among swan necks with orange stars burning in their beaks… […]
Marius ROBESCU
Definition The poem comes and breaks itself against the world’s rib like the blade of a dagger leaving behind a glittering trajectory, the poem always means to stab you to death its thrust is never a deadly blow. Inscription May those who have profaned the poets’ kind those who have fed on the marrow […]
Gheorghe PITUŢ
The Children The children descend onto the Earth from the heights of Heaven, from up there, from on high from the light’s fatherly antiquity. The stars’ nerves buzz in their throbbing blood, each child is a dense-astrum. ,. When their lifespan has elapsed the light commences to absorb them to pull their souls upwards until […]
Ana BLANDIANA
The Trap That’s what I’m going to do : I’ll set a mirror instead of my tombstone And, instead of my name, A mirror as well. It’ll be like a trap You’ll fall into Eventually. What do I care that nobody will ever know Where my grave lies ? When you’re going to bend […]
Cezar BALTAG
The Jellyfish There came a lazily waving bride, a bodiless silk dress, and the solitary swimmer unexpectantly floundered about in her unseeable, flouncing flesh He perceives the world as before, he cleaves through the waves alike on the shore his sweetheart is still waving at him yet the sky has grown burdensome it’s but […]
Ioanid ROMANESCU
My Poetry My poetry is nervous, as it keeps talking it forgets to buy a ticket, it’s forced to get out but each time some anonymous friends see it home it’s got no glory for the simple reason that she has never wished for it, it’s got no religion because it loves life […]
Marin SORESCU
The Couple We revisit to the Edenic couple, Yet on a distinct, untrodden path, strewn with natural obstacles, With wild beasts, monsters, and mongrels which bark, Yapping at us but it’s so considerate of them to yawp and wail, Since they weave a curtain of protests for us to hide… Genuine purity blooms, mirrored In […]
Grigore VIERU
The Library of Dew My brother, I have toured wealthy countries where I would have remained as poor as I am. My brother, the world is woven from footbridges which one is compelled to cross safely only by calling the bear ‘uncle’. My brother, I don’t mind dying anytime, though I mind dying wheresoever. I […]
Anghel DUMBRĂVEANU
Under the Glass of Several Words In this notebook I have drawn together the very few joys left behind by four years of my lifespan. There are a few things left from the journeys I make every day around my house, among these trees with scarce leafage where the wind plays around, there are some […]