Constanţa BUZEA
The Boundary I fear that some day while loving me you might accept to spend the anguish through the thoughtfully immured night of our days there will always be a window between us so the kiss the words will shrink from tasting the illusion nor will there be any childbirth like the coldness of […]
Petre STOICA
On Litmus Paper There are no more wild geese there are no more fairies with the golden curls the gingerbread house collapsed in the atomic bombing during the Punic Wars according to the celebrated chronicles where are our visionaries instead everywhere there are official press statements suave butterfly massacres where are our visionaries weep […]
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 […]
Miroslav BIELIK
Născut la data de 15 aprilie 1949 în localitatea Ostrý Grúň în Slovacia. A absolvit studii de biblioteconomie, pedagogie şi economie. A funcţionat la Martin, în cadrul instituţiei Matica slovenská ca bibliograf, director al Bibliotecii naţionale slovace, administrator al Maticei slovenská. Din anul 2011 îndeplineşte funcţia de director al Institutului pentru literatură a Maticei. În […]