Ion PACHIA TATOMIRESCU
For the Joy of My Winged Ants… It’s high time I pruned each night, the constellation side — time I turned it into day, for the joy of my winged ants… I myself want to conduct their thought-caravans with incandescent antennae solely on the orange asphalt within the rainbow vaulting your heart — […]
Ana BLANDIANA
Countdown Whenever I can’t bear any longer I start counting (A proof that numbers are superior to words Or, In case they aren’t, They’re at least easier to bear), So I start counting The bulbs, the taps, The trees I can see through my window, The pencils on the table, The passers-by, the cats […]
Marin SORESCU
A Whit of Everything I have moulded myself From all the wellsprings irredeemably lost Long before I was born. I can provide a long list Of thoughts which, gushing from the subterranean world, Have thrust themselves into every pore of my soul Like the lances into a panoply. From some works in […]
Ioan ALEXANDRU
The Frogs Autumn frogs in the lake are steamed and broiled down there while the earth’s hoarseness is sponging them up. In the dark nighttime we can hear through the yellow of the quince and the segregated window merely the echoing acts of tragic pridefulness, as though all the long-lost Scythian amphorae tumbled the […]
Marius ROBESCU
A Man A man may read in one hour what took me three whole years to complete greedily, he risks but an inflammation of the respiratory system from cosmic dust he’s sitting comfortably legs crossed on a vast terrace by the sea I am all by myself face to face with the waves injecting […]
Ioanid ROMANESCU
At Heart My life might be a string of mistakes but what I feel for you is a luxury I’ve never been in want of I don’t come up to you like a crumpled sheet of paper brought by the wind — I come up to you to drink the dew on the […]
Nichita STĂNESCU
Coach for Butterflies We’ve got so few axles for our body’s wheel of flesh. “Where are you wending your way, coach for butterflies ? Where are you wending your way ?” …The coach crosses the main square. I rush behind it, shedding tears. I ask the grass, “Has the coach come this way ?” […]
Ştefan Augustin DOINAŞ
Limitations On the way into the Metropolis there stands the firm lion ; on the way out — its copy. I felt I was meant to conquer the agora : the asphalt was worn out by quadrigas and dogmas. I felt I was meant to make love : in slimy bed sheets I initiated […]
POEZIE SLOVACĂ – Dagmar Mária ANOCA
Dagmar Mária Anoca (28. 12. 1951, Nădlac) este poetă, critic şi istoric literar, traducătoare. Licenţiată a Facultăţii de Filozofie a Universităţii Komenský din Bratislava, doctor în filologie a Universităţii Bucureşti. Este conferenţiar la Facultatea de Limbi şi Literaturi Străine a Universităţii din Bucureşti, redactor la mai multe publicaţii în limba slovacă, între care „Variácie”, „Naše […]
POEZIE SÂRBĂ – Slavomir GVOZDENOVICI
Născut în 1953 la Belobreşca (judeţul Caraş-Severin). Absolvent al Facultăţii de limba şi literatura sârbă de la Universitatea din Bucureşti. Membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din România. Membru de onoare al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Republica Serbia. Membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Republica Srpska. Redactor-şef al revistei Književni život. A publicat circa 30 de volume de poezie […]