Nicolae BĂCIUŢ
KUMUS TOY (Nunta de argint) Tamam baarnın qoqısı cayıldı keldın beyaz qıyafetınmen, kelın sağa cetkeşı, caz keldı yuqarğa bıreu mınmedı bıreu tuşmedı, sade baar qoqıları cayıldı. Kelınım menım, mum pulları cöytıl sularğa dağıl balıqlarğa kenar otlarğa ostır ozınnı çünki toy tuvıl bo yerı kun kenarı mıqlarda – başqa İsa bıznı eglendırer beyaz kemıkler bırsı ya […]
Ioan FLORA
Inner Tranquility I watch the sun setting into the beginning of a line. Everything seems to turn into sap. The leaves walk more bashfully and more slowly. Their veins grow narrower, you feel you might collapse at their end. Mild is the afternoon’s voice in the vicinity of my peacefulness and praised be […]
Ana BLANDIANA
A Straight Line A straight line, nothing more, A firm line Between the two sides of the page And the chance of saying : One side or the other. But, on the contrary, paper is absorbent, The place of the line is taken by a colony Of earthworms creeping From one side to the […]
Cezar IVĂNESCU
Resistance ! I’m an ordinary poet, an ordinary guy like anyone else, I’ve glorified youth and death will I enjoy my old age as well ?… I don’t think… I’ll ever be happy… I own a fabulous experience of poverty, I simply have it and that can’t be helped… but what’s the use of […]
Cezar BALTAG
Isis The Earth within a grain of wheat the wheat within a sparrow’s crop the sparrow within the snake’s heart the snake within an unhoped-for light and the light enclosed in a woman She turned into stone or she called for me or perhaps she kept silent while I would die and was […]
Nichita STĂNESCU
The Genesis of the Poem Its outer layer convulses, perpetually remoulding itself, it laughs and weeps in the same breath, it imprints itself upon the sky and the underneath trees, it suffers to be watched until itself becomes the eyesight, it feigns death only for the wounded birds and the timeworn souls, foredoomed to […]
Petre STOICA
The Prelude to the Day I auspicate my day with eulogies on the sparrow which high up there on the balcony balustrade voices in its diamantine chirps my joy of knowing how to live on very little I put on my royal mantle as ex-emperor over the country of ageless youthfulness I wait […]
Ştefan Augustin DOINAŞ
The Scribe’s Speech Everybody carries – some in boats, others on their backs – the first day. I am the Scribe. Therefore I know : while lasting, everything is passing away. Yet – whither ? though I myself, on my papyrus, could unveil this between whiles. The multiple eye connects all the points […]
Lucian BLAGA
From Your Hair In his wisdom a magus in days of yore told me about a veil that our glances cannot pierce, – an all-conceiling cobweb, obscuring the world high and low, so that we behold nothing of the real realm. And now, when your hair pours forth over my cheeks, my eyes, inflamed […]
Paşcu BALACI
MEDITERANA NEMŢEASCĂ (vol. Sonetele germane, 2009) LA MÉDITERRANNÉE ALLEMANDE (vol. Les Sonnets allemands) De Bregenz jusqu’ au Lac Konstanz S’ étend leur Méditerranée… Les retraités s’ élancent vers une „tanz” Croyant y avoir trouvé la panacée. De sorte que les vieillards touchent la centaine Comme si leur vie n’ est que „romance” – […]