Constantin Preda
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Days of Red
A Veteran
Inherent Vice
Why are they laughing
A drink with Tom about old masters and young mistresses
Antwerp Scene
More alike than unalike
Suddenly, early
Metonymy
The Sauntering Step
On Second Thought
Listening to November
Apprenticeship
Poetry in Translation
Nichita Stanescu
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To bend light
Song
Old song for new moon
Sad Love Song
Love, young lioness
*** (to Laura)
Through the orange tunnel
Mircea Cartarescu
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When You Need Love
The Collision
Adieu! In Buharest
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Nichita Stanescu
I am nothing but
a blood stain
that speaks*
*Self Portrait by Nichita Stanescu
Mircea Cartarescu
I leave to others what my life has been so far
let others believe in what I believed
let others love what I have loved
because I cannot anymore,
cannot anymore, cannot*
*Self portrait in a lighter's flame by Mircea Cartarescu
Home
Poetry
Days of Red
A Veteran
Inherent Vice
Why are they laughing
A drink with Tom about old masters and young mistresses
Antwerp Scene
More alike than unalike
Suddenly, early
Metonymy
The Sauntering Step
On Second Thought
Listening to November
Apprenticeship
Poetry in Translation
Nichita Stanescu
>
To bend light
Song
Old song for new moon
Sad Love Song
Love, young lioness
*** (to Laura)
Through the orange tunnel
Mircea Cartarescu
>
When You Need Love
The Collision
Adieu! In Buharest
The West
Articles
Biography
Contact