Horia ZILIERU
Horia Zilieru (geboren am 21. Mai 1933 als Gheorghe Iancu) hat das Studium der Philologie an der Iascher Universität (Moldau/Rumänien) im Jahre 1955 absolviert. Er hat an verschiedene Zeitungen und Zeitschriften gearbeitet. Ist Mitglied des rumänischen Schriftstellerverbandes und Inhaber mehreren Literaturpreise von denen die wichtigsten sind der Preis des Schriftstellerverbandes und der Preis der rumänischen […]
Dorel VIŞAN
ANSWER ME, GOD, IF YOU CAN A Song Of Trial What a void is born in me. . . Could it be the sign and proof of my arrival ? You have put me through the mill, God, And a heavy cross You have given me to bear. My rib You have […]
Adrian BOTEZ
Native Lands the yonder clouds exasperate me the yonder rumours cast me down : there used to be a mountain cradle – whereas nowadays there’s an insidious chair of torture : any blast of wind blowing thereof brings about the reaping of the visionary diseases – any blue forest emplaces the sullen and dumb […]
Gabriela PACHIA
Dilatorily The dark-green-slate-blue would serenely melodise, though, without a license, can’t ever beget iridescent Paradise. The ivy strains itself… Theoretically, it won’t hurt ! Like most strangling spirals – a heavy-climbing spurt –, it looks with a jaundiced eye, sticks another coiling leaf-placard… “Upon my word ! This airheaded tree has got some pure […]
Gheorghe PITUŢ
The Wise Man The wise man never sleeps at night and never sings during the day. When the Sun rises he blesses the church towers and the people who survived from their slumber. So enigmatically does he slip by his fellow beings that he can rarely be witnessed. Whenever people seek an answer he […]
Cezar BALTAG
A Sorrow That Has Slipped My Mind I dreamt screaming waves, snakes rising their heads as though they wanted to guess all at once the way the earth somersaults among the stars Herds of woods neighing At the hills on the twilight threshold. Brambles beseeching in a never-spoken-before language here on earth […]
Marin SORESCU
I Blindfolded… I blindfolded the trees With a green scarf And asked the trees to catch me. And the trees caught me forthwith With an outburst of laughing leaves. I blindfolded the birds With a scarf of clouds And asked the birds to catch me. And the birds caught me With their […]
Grigore VIERU
Cosy Fog Where are the leaves and buds nourished by the blood running through our love’s floods ?! Where is the blood nourished by the green studs running through our youthful moulds ?! And where are the rivers’ riddles purified by our souls’ needles ?! And where might our souls sipple pellucid from […]
Anghel DUMBRĂVEANU
Rhetoric and the Shadow of Snowfall Rhetoric is the science of counting the iguanas in the field of the snow when there comes a maiden who has not learned the genuine difference between the bite of a butterfly fresh after the famous summer courses and the light she willingly bites from while sweetly fainting […]
Nichita STĂNESCU
Evocation She was as beauteous as the shadow of an idea, – her back skin to a baby’s smell was so anear, the smell of newly cracked stone the smell of screams in some language long forlorn. Just like the breath, no weight did she possess. While laughing and weeping with large tears […]