BlueSheep
thanx :) i like ur blog to !
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Nichita Stanescu - Season's end
I was so very aware that the afternoon was dying in the domes, and all around me sounds froze, turned to winding pillars. I was so very aware that the undulant drift of scents was collapsing into darkness, and it seemed I had never tasted t...
Nichita Stanescu - Sentimental story
Then we met more often. I stood at one side of the hour, you at the other, like two handles of an amphora. Only the words flew between us, back and forth. You could almost see their swirling, and suddenly, I would lower a knee, and tou...
Nichita Stanescu - Field in Spring
Green rings around the eyes, this grass in vibrant motion arcs tenderly about you, at a distance- you summon it, then fling it round, broken by your laugh of youth and innocence. Stretched under you, this curling dome of grass would sound its voic...
Nichita Stanescu - On horseback at dawn
Silence strikes the tree trunks, upon itself retracing, turns to distance, turns to sand. I have turned my only face toward the sun, my shoulders scatter leaves in this racing. Cutting through the field - up on two shoes my horse leaps, ste...
Nichita Stanescu - Winter song
You are so beautiful in winter! The field stretched on its back, near the horizon, and the trees stopped running from the winter wind ... My nostrils tremble and no scent and no breeze only the distant, icy smell of the suns. How transp...
Nichita Stanescu - Burned forest
Black snow was falling. The tree line shone when I turned to see - I had wondered long and silent, alone, trailing memory behind me. And it seemed the stars, fixed as they were, ground their teeth, a stiffened nexus, an infernal machine, t...
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Wiktoria
Good blog, Bluesheep :)
Fantastic poetry!
I enjoyed it very much!
Posted: September 16th, 2007 | More Reviews From shirleytwofeathers | Report This Comment