CONTEMPORARY POETRY

September

September Sometimes, in the end of September when leaves are crying in the wild wind, lonely on shore I remember you. Life has many ways and there is nothing to say. Running on sand early in the morning I am only waiting The sunrise. Another day will comes and I know that I will love you forever. Anonimous ...Read More »

Unde-s nebunii? / Where are the madmen?

                    Unde-s nebunii? / Where are the madmen? Unde-s nebunii, unde ni-s nebunii? E, Doamne, lumea plină de cuminţi, E plin pământul de martiri şi sfinţi Atinşi de filoxera-nțelepciunii. Tăcuta-i gloata de-nțelepți ca sfinxul În faţa lumii şi-a nemărginirii Şi-ascultător de rânduiala firii, Cu un plăvan în jug trudeşte insul. Scâncesc cuminții-n chingile durerii Şi, sângerând din răni adânci blândeţe, Lângă neveste...Read More »

Wondering with the Moon

                                Wondering with the Moon Flaming glowing moon, sleeplessness moon, Overbearing, foolishness, in the heart of June Mercilessly you torment my eyelids to falter, I am hit by your ray like a boat by water. Shining in the Time’s eyes amused in delight, you watch us from cradle until we depart. Scared by you, the shy cranes so...Read More »

Magdalena's Day

                          Maria Magdalena Men called you light so as to load you down, And burden you with their own weight of sin, A woman forced to  cover and contain Those seven devils sent by Everyman. But one man set you free and took your part One man knew and loved you to the core The broken alabaster of...Read More »

I Thee Wed

                  I Thee Wed                                     She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: “With this heart I Thee wed!”. She blossomed slowly as a dark Rose, her wild thorns brought bleeding to her many foes. Her...Read More »

Dark hair

                    Mon rêve familier Je fais souvent ce rêv’ étrang’ et pénétrant D’une femm’ inconnue, et que j’aime, et qui m’aime Et qui n’est, chaque fois, ni tout à fait la mêm’ Ni tout à fait un’ autr’, et m’aim’ et me comprend. Car elle me comprend, et mon coeur transparent Pour elle seul’ hélas ! cesse...Read More »

Redhair

                  Redhair That woman with red hair, she could not be tamed. Her flowing essence, would never drain. That woman with red hair, a free spirit of her own. The greatest thing, I have ever known. Flames ...Read More »

Joskus / Candva / Sometimes

                    Joskus / Candva / Sometimes   Joskus tässä elämässä tai unessa minä puhuin rakkaudesta. Minä muistan runot, joissa joku puhui rakkaudesta, minä tai joku toinen, ja luuli, uskotteli itselleen, että rakkaus on kauneuden sisar ja rakastavaiset elävät suudelmista. Minä en tiennyt, tai joku toinen ei tiennyt, että rakkaus on tuska, joka polttaa sielun pois itseltään jotta kahdesta tulisi yksi. Perhonen heittäytyy liekkiin ja palaa tullakseen liekiksi itsekin, yhtyy...Read More »

Puhu minulle rakkaudesta / Talk to me about love

                  Puhu minulle rakkaudesta Puhu minulle rakkaudesta: sanoja jotka on monesti kuultu ja nähty, sanoja joita on sanottu mitään tarkoittamatta, kuluneita, käytettyjä sanoja, halpoja, kevyesti annetuja, sanoja vailla mitään uutta. Puhu minulle rakaudesta. Sinun huuliltasi sanat juovat itsensä raikkaiksi. Jaakko Hämeen Anttila ……………………………………….. Vorbeste-mi despre dragoste: cuvinte care de multe ori au fost auzite si vazute, cuvinte care a fost spuse fara a insemna...Read More »

Rakkautta Helsingissä / Dragoste in Helsinki / Love in Helsinki

                      Rakkautta Helsingissä Rakas, mennään jonnekin missä kukaan ei heittele meitä kuoleilla kaloilla. Suudellaan kääpiötaatelipalmun katveessa ja kerrostalojen katoilla. Kaupunki avaa ovensa meille, näyttää paikoja, joita me emme tunteneet, joissa me olemme onnellisia. Mennään siis sinne missä kukaan ei heittele meitä kuoleilla kaloilla. Jaakko Hämeen Anttila ………………………………….. Iubite, hai sa mergem undeva unde nimeni nu arunca cu pesti morti in noi. Sa ne sarutam la umbra curmalului si...Read More »

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