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and unconvincing way of highlighting his value). Form his poetry, Daniel Ioniță selected, with a surefooted artistic instinct, the sonet Gone are the years, and Gloss. The sonet is essentially eminescian, and at the same time presents the summary story of a human life, în which everyone can find a reflection. While Gloss translates its metronome caddece well into the English version: "Time is passing, time comes yet,/ All is old, and all is new;/ What for good or ill is
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known poets. From Tudor Arghezi, the author selected, again în inspired fashion, the title poem Testament, from George Bacovia - December and Lead, from Ion Barbu - King Crypto and the Lapp Enigel, from Lucian Blaga - I do not crush the crown of this world's wonders, and To waste is prone the month of May. With the little English skill that I posses, I believe that Radu Gyr's famous poem Rise up you Gheorghe, rise up you Ion, could not possibly
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you Ion, could not possibly have the same force în translation, for the simple reason that the typically Romanian names Gheorghe and Ion, used în the vocative aș basic elements în the construction of the poem, must be somewhat bereft of their emoțional resonance and consciousness, for the foreign reader. Ștefan Augustin Donaș is represented with (perhaps) his one and only poem written în a state of grace, The silver fanged boar. Nichita Stănescu is present through two pems of abstract
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poem written în a state of grace, The silver fanged boar. Nichita Stănescu is present through two pems of abstract romanticism, very typical for him, Moon în the field and Sentimental story, and through a poem written în the jargon of his early years, Ballad of the tomcat. Daniel Ioniță is very adept în selecting his poems: not just enchanting, but also quite translatable: - „Later on we met more often./ I stood on one side of the hour,/ you on the
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Later on we met more often./ I stood on one side of the hour,/ you on the other,/ like two handles of an amphora.” etc. Aș I hoped, the anthology is not missing ouț on Nicolae Labiș. His poems Death of a dear and Dance, written with spectacular talent, will delight, I am sure, the English readers. From Grigore Vieru I would have selected one or two of his emotionally charged poems on the theme of the mother; the author prefered
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hoped, the anthology is not missing ouț on Nicolae Labiș. His poems Death of a dear and Dance, written with spectacular talent, will delight, I am sure, the English readers. From Grigore Vieru I would have selected one or two of his emotionally charged poems on the theme of the mother; the author prefered Bessarabia with sorrow, which represents Vieru aș a poeta vates (a visionary poet, a seer poet), which is quite justified. Apart from Nichita Stănescu, the 60ies generation
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air tortured until it takes the shape of the night, the shape of the ewer, the shape of the foot, stuck în clay like în lavă. It is only this way, near my shoulder, near the well, near the field of wheat, în the sunrays of summer, of winter, that I have stretched my body and I abandoned it to the river, to the night, up and down, for better and for worse.
IMN CĂTRE MINE de AL FLORIN ŢENE în ediţia nr. 341 din 07 decembrie 2011 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/351396_a_352725]
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pot fi vitraliile din biserică dincolo de care ziua este anticamera verbele sunt forme în mașina mea de scris forme în litere de plumb prin care cuvintele mă părăsesc articulând scheletul acestui poem. Al.Florin ȚENE Al.Florin ȚENE THE FORM OF THE POEM ( Formă poemului ) I have seen How it could rain square drops The form isn’ț a walnut tree without the nut of the eye a nail could be a verse through which the thought is boring the fence
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the eye a nail could be a verse through which the thought is boring the fence between uș poems could be stained-glass windows în a church beyond which the day becomes its ante-room verbs are shapes în my typewriter shapes of letters made of lead through which words leave me uttering the skeleton of this poem Traducere Mariana Zavati Gardner Referință Bibliografica: Formă poemului / Al Florin Țene : Confluente Literare, ISSN 2359-7593, Ediția nr. 341, Anul I, 07 decembrie 2011. Drepturi de
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nail could be a verse through which the thought is boring the fence between uș poems could be stained-glass windows în a church beyond which the day becomes its ante-room verbs are shapes în my typewriter shapes of letters made of lead through which words leave me uttering the skeleton of this poem Traducere Mariana Zavati Gardner Referință Bibliografica: Formă poemului / Al Florin Țene : Confluente Literare, ISSN 2359-7593, Ediția nr. 341, Anul I, 07 decembrie 2011. Drepturi de Autor: Copyright © 2011
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boring the fence between uș poems could be stained-glass windows în a church beyond which the day becomes its ante-room verbs are shapes în my typewriter shapes of letters made of lead through which words leave me uttering the skeleton of this poem Traducere Mariana Zavati Gardner Referință Bibliografica: Formă poemului / Al Florin Țene : Confluente Literare, ISSN 2359-7593, Ediția nr. 341, Anul I, 07 decembrie 2011. Drepturi de Autor: Copyright © 2011 Al Florin Țene : Toate Drepturile Rezervate. Utilizarea integrală sau parțială
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în amurg Peste pașii tăi Ioane Frunze destrămate plâng. Vine iar mireasa-n vale Flori s-aducă pentru mine Numai el e ca o creangă mlădioasa și subțire! [3] WHWRE DID YOU GO? (to my brother Ionică) From the spring of life eternal Water flows at quiet pace He - alike to a white petal She - just like a silver lace. Oak trees grow and will keep growing Horses romping în the dusk Ion, în your footsteps lay Shredded leaves weeping în
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în ușă cu o frunză împușcată de vânătorul cel fără minte Castelul este așezat pe un nor. Dacă-l ating cu mâna culorile îmi inundă sângele Domnită visează și e târziu Închid ochii și mă prăbușesc odată cu zidurile. [8] PICTURE OF A PRINCESS În the white parlour the princess dreams On her arms, the long finale of the symphony of sin În a vase, a drowsy flower puts on her purple. Someone knocks at the door with a leaf shot by
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ating cu mâna culorile îmi inundă sângele Domnită visează și e târziu Închid ochii și mă prăbușesc odată cu zidurile. [8] PICTURE OF A PRINCESS În the white parlour the princess dreams On her arms, the long finale of the symphony of sin În a vase, a drowsy flower puts on her purple. Someone knocks at the door with a leaf shot by the mindless hunter The castle rests on a cloud. If I touch it with my hand the colours invade
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PASSAGE An interesting and well-articulated volume, from the viewpoint of poetic scopes, is presented by Walter Chiurlea and Margareta Chiurlea; the poems joined în the same book refer uș to a cogito set from the very beginning under the sign of a meditation of unequivocal lyricism, a cogito that reflects the forever restless state which defines truly pensive souls, souls that are able to perceive the essence of the passage through this world. It's an inexorable passage, and there's
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forever restless state which defines truly pensive souls, souls that are able to perceive the essence of the passage through this world. It's an inexorable passage, and there's no further explanation of what lies beyond. They are icons of events, of instants, of years, of worlds. And they amount to poems: more or less melancholic, with an undeniable emoțional charge, with the beautiful sparkle of verses that go beyond the usual sincerity. They are poems which also reveal good
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state which defines truly pensive souls, souls that are able to perceive the essence of the passage through this world. It's an inexorable passage, and there's no further explanation of what lies beyond. They are icons of events, of instants, of years, of worlds. And they amount to poems: more or less melancholic, with an undeniable emoțional charge, with the beautiful sparkle of verses that go beyond the usual sincerity. They are poems which also reveal good knowledge of
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passage, and there's no further explanation of what lies beyond. They are icons of events, of instants, of years, of worlds. And they amount to poems: more or less melancholic, with an undeniable emoțional charge, with the beautiful sparkle of verses that go beyond the usual sincerity. They are poems which also reveal good knowledge of the universal poetic alphabet, poems that can be amounted to aș many exercises of resorting to an affective memory, the only one that remains
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verses, but rather a statu-quo accepted from a philosophical point of view, which the author exploits în texts where his mother's image acquires a revelatory status. A possible love, paired with the same state of passage, în a sum of “passing pains”, assessment that doesn't minimize anything, it only enlarges their evidence. Margareta Chiurlea, the one who can amount to a poetic ego also set on a programmatic melancholy of the passage, develops în the poems included în this
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doesn't minimize anything, it only enlarges their evidence. Margareta Chiurlea, the one who can amount to a poetic ego also set on a programmatic melancholy of the passage, develops în the poems included în this volume a true elegy of time, time which distances you from your only home, the home of childhood and adolescence. This is where the verses originate from, some of them of a special sensitivity, others rendering memorable images, în which the first age breathes through
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programmatic melancholy of the passage, develops în the poems included în this volume a true elegy of time, time which distances you from your only home, the home of childhood and adolescence. This is where the verses originate from, some of them of a special sensitivity, others rendering memorable images, în which the first age breathes through the eyes already shadowed by the passage în an existențial voyage the author calls at some point “a pilgrimage on ice”. I confess that
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of the passage, develops în the poems included în this volume a true elegy of time, time which distances you from your only home, the home of childhood and adolescence. This is where the verses originate from, some of them of a special sensitivity, others rendering memorable images, în which the first age breathes through the eyes already shadowed by the passage în an existențial voyage the author calls at some point “a pilgrimage on ice”. I confess that I haven
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shadowed by the passage în an existențial voyage the author calls at some point “a pilgrimage on ice”. I confess that I haven't encountered such intensity of the elegiac spirit lately, just aș the sinister rush toward post-post-post modernism of many contemporary authors hasn't provided me too often with the opportunity of experiencing poetic images lacking în flashiness and invested with the aură of true lyricism. They are images of nature, of home, a reference to a brother, a
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This book also facilitates, for those who still have the leisure to read, a close encounter with the unknown throbs of the self: and the purpose of a book is to remind uș of the need for sensitivity and understanding of our passage through the world, often relating it to the passage of others, believing for too brief a moment, that we could be immortal. Constantin DRAM Iași, România
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să trăim în visul cu palide dureri îndoaie-n salcii vremea genunchii mei de ieri. [10] CAN THE DOOR STILL Can the door still Wait for me în the corner?! The old grass Is waiting to fall over the sadness of a dress forgotten, by the apple-tree în the orchard. Let me linger în the twilight let me cast the mirrors upon the poppies feasting on my right shoulder. But let's live the dream of faded pains the weather bends
POEME BILINGVE (II) de MARGARETA CHIURLEA în ediţia nr. 867 din 16 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/350779_a_352108]