contemporary poetry

First fig

POSTED IN contemporary poetry, translated English-Romanian March 1, 2019












First fig

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Primul smochin

Lumanarea-mi va conteni;
In noapte n-o sa tina;
Dar ah, dusmani, si oh, prieteni –
Da o dulce lumina!

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Die Beobachtung

POSTED IN contemporary poetry February 18, 2019












Die Beobachtung

Du, diese Geste
des Zigaretteanzündens,
als gäb es nur das,
wenn etwas hell, etwas finster,
wenn etwas unwiderruflich vorbei.
Du, diese Geste,
als gäb es nur das, ach,
als gäb es nur das!
Roland Erb

The observation

You, that gesture
of cigarette lighting,
as if it were just that,
if something light, something dark,
if something is irrevocably over.
You, this gesture,
as if it was just that, oh,
as if it was just that!


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Keeping Things Whole / Pastrand lucrurile intregi

POSTED IN contemporary poetry, translated English-Romanian February 16, 2019











Keeping Things Whole / Pastrand lucrurile intregi

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

Mark Strand
Pastrand lucrurile intregi

Intr-un spatiu
Eu sunt absenta
se intampla mereu.
Oriunde as fi
sunt ceea ce lipseste.

Cand merg
despart aerul
si mereu
aerul reintra
sa umple spatiile
pe unde trupul meu a fost.

Noi toti avem motive
sa ne miscam.
Eu ma misc
spre a pastra lucrurile intregi.

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Cantare vantului / A song to the wind

POSTED IN contemporary poetry, translated Romanian-English February 14, 2019













Cantare vantului / A song to the wind

“În iubire nimeni, nimeni
nu-şi ţine cuvântul.
Veşnic strâns îmbrăţişat
te-a ţinea numai pământul.”
Astfel cântă sfâşiat
lângă mine vântul,
când la dreapta, când la stânga,
lângă mine vântul


Lucian Blaga


A Song to the Wind

“In love no one, no one
ever keeps their promise.
Held forever you will be
only by grave’s solace.”
Thus sings the wind, brokenhearted
nearby my place.
Right and left, right and left
the wind by my place.

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The human “race”

POSTED IN contemporary poetry February 13, 2019













The human “race”

Maybe that’s why it is called human race: we are racing each other to the top, we are running, always in a hurry, towards what? The final destination? We talk in a hurry, we shorten the words, we eat in a hurry, we sleep in a hurry, we live with the light speed…I watch people, crowds or singles and I would like to scream: FREEZE! STOP for a moment and breathe….IN and OUT…IN and OUT…look around, watch and see, notice, observe…
The taxi you run after will go but another will come…so it goes for the bus, train, plaines, wives, husbands, boyfriends, gilrfriends, jobs, deadlines, meetings, money, properties…everything is replaceable but you are not…your life is given only once, you don’t get second or third chances…

Don’t waste this priceless gift called Life in petty jealousies, anger, hate, senseless competitions, faking feelings, faking friends, faking yourself until you don’t know who is that person in the mirror and who is that person in society: is it one and the same or a double personality?

We are overdozed by using mobiles and computers, we forgot to really watch each other in the eye and talk, real words not SMS, to hold hands for real and smell the scent of seasons in real life not the virtual one.

Sing like no one is listening, love like you’ve never done before, dance like nobody’s watching, live like it’s your last day on earth…

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January snow

POSTED IN contemporary poetry January 27, 2019


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January born

POSTED IN contemporary poetry January 17, 2019

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Anno Domini 1

POSTED IN contemporary poetry January 17, 2019































Anno Domine 1


So, to sum up, today I WAS BORN! Do you hear me , LIFE???? I WAS BORN, and this is the greatest miracle ever! I thank to my students who are grown ups , have kids and every January the 17th, after Eminescu, they think: “heeeei, Nastase was born today, she always deleted our absences, come on!!!” :), and they wish me well…Love you, KIDS!!! I am also happy when my students here, who are no more immigrants, nor students of mine, but Finnish people integrated into Finnish society, remember me today and send me a card, a message, some flowers, and always they also wish me well! I am a proud teacher (mother, sister, friend, as they wish to think of me! :)!)…
I am always happy on my birthday! I am blessed to witness once more this amazing miracle called LIFE and this is all I need!!! I love Life!!! I love my birthday! I don’t like cakes, sweets, fats, I can’t drink alcohol, yet I know that today all the stars shiver FOR ME!!




POSTED IN contemporary poetry January 16, 2019















If I were a poet
I’d teach the world to see
All of the verses
That dangle from a tree

I’d snatch a cloud from the sky
And a fish from the sea
And with a wink of my eye
Make a whatiwannabe

I’d publish my poems
On the sands of time
Let them scatter in the wind
Of rhythm and rhyme

I’d write a book
And all that it would say
Is “Here is the place
the whatiwannabe lay.

Garnet Shaw Robbie



POSTED IN contemporary poetry January 1, 2019













Her eyes were shivering a tear
while the old year was shot
she softly sighed ‘Happy New Year! ‘
And dried the tearful thought.

Her eyes were echoing the heart
its beating ten to one
the counted seconds, whole in part,
made future be outrun.

Her eyes kissed Mother’s loving hands
and Father’s forehead gray
they cry in their faraway lands
and for their daughter pray.

Their eyes were searching, near and far,
to meet each other’s soul
watching the same heavenly Star
and each part as a whole.

When Time she stopped, she whispered sad
into wide Heaven’s ear:
‘I love you, Mom! I love you, Dad!
Blessed be this New Year’!


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