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Para você Marcela! ! !

Somos, filha, o passado
e eu estou exatamente onde
você me colocou.

Não dei um passo a frente
tentei, mas não consegui
e ficou esta marca

A minha partida
não foi de corpo
foi de alma

E a sua permanência
não demorou em lhe
cobrar!

Sinto muito! Já não estava mais perto
gostaria de voltar inteira
mas quebrou o que jamais
poderia ser quebrado

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poem by Mirna Morgan
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Kuch Kehna Hey Tumse

KUCH KEHNA HEY TUMSE

kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..
Dhere-Dhere uhi chup-chup ke..
kuch kehna hey tumse..

Band khidki se Dekhey tuje ab kese..
BEEN Mousam Barsat Barse to bhi kese...
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..

jo Dekha ek khawab kehkash Nighone..
DiL-DiL u milane se pehle...
kuch kehna hey tumse..
uhi Batalaya Nahi karte..

Diya or Bati ki tarha hona hey jo roshan...
musukrhat ke badal saja ne hey sada...

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poem by Sandeep Jahaal
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The Jolly Beggar I

‘THER is a wife in yone toun-end, an she has dothers three,
An I wad be a beager for ony of a’ the three.’
He touk his clouty clok him about, his peakstaff in his hand,
An he is awa to yon toun-end, leak ony peare man.
‘I ha ben about this fish-toun this years tua or three,
Ha ye ony quarters, deam, that ye coud gie me?’
‘Awa, ye pear carl, ye dinne kean my name;
Ye sudd ha caed me mistress fan ye called me bat deam.’
He tuke his hat in his hand an gied her juks three:
‘An ye want manners, misstres, quarters ye’ll gie me.’
‘Awa, ye pear carle, in ayont the fire,
An sing to our Lord Gray’s men to their hearts’ disire.’
Some lowked to his goudie lowks, some to his milk-whit skine,
Some to his ruffled shirt, the gued read gold hang in.
Out spak our madin, an she was ay shay,
Fatt will the jolly beager gett afore he gaa to lay?
Out spak our goudwife, an she was not sae shay,
He’se gett a dish of lang kell, besids a puss pay.
Out spak the jolly beager, That dish I dou denay;
I canne sup yer lang kell nor yet yer puss pay.

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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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yellow colored leaves -
suddenly the traffic light
turns them green again

haiku by Dumitru Radu, translated by Dan Costinaş
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Man's excellences: turning red and turning pale in front of the instinct of self-preservative.

aphorism by Dumitru Găleșanu from Emotions into Multiverse (25 July 2010), translated by Adrian Constantinescu
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So as to unveil a poem in its metaphysical matrix we need (how else could it be?) the entire cultural universe that transcendentally contains us.

aphorism by Dumitru Găleșanu from The Lights of Man: the philosophical lyric poetry (5 April 2021), translated by Andreea Moise
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Limerick

„God does not play dice” –
I do not take God’s ways in vain,
I only dream with an inert body-infinite
in the gardens
of the sleep(...),
And the waves of my verse
don quixote-like – charismatic
Are ▫ in an absurd way : ghostly
field lines,
curves or chords of segments,
knot-chain loops
or dogmatic
equations –
Holographic
eviscerations,
written in a
lattice-matrix.

poem by Dumitru Găleșanu from Addéndum, inspired by Albert Einstein (April 2014), translated by Muguraș Maria Petrescu
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The thought

Tremble touched by the nature`s autumnal white-frost –
wild wasteness by latent energies…
seed sprung into thinking origin –
a clay`s illusion through passionate moments.

It`s the thought
a light faster
or unreliable fire –
through which it`s shown
life in tongue of pendulum clock,
reverse mirror
of flowers
and also of tree`s-tree,
through him
the eternity fill out
and the m a n
the sensitive one –
into the Human Being.

poem by Dumitru Găleșanu from Emotions into Multiverse (25 July 2010), translated by Adrian Constantinescu
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Sundown

A sweet sound is framing – as the liquor of an evening,
anxious hearts – a sundown of springs:
are watching me into deepness, overwhelmed as a pain –
infinite, with an eye in soul and with another in quietness...
`this night – without night, with white walls, of lime –
we are both climbing up, secretly, in the osuary`s time(...)

poem by Dumitru Găleșanu from Emotions into Multiverse (25 July 2010), translated by Adrian Constantinescu
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If only I pass into nothingness

Should turn up in my memory wheat grain crops,
blonde waves inspire me everlasting wavings,
the bird`s song : the field – a big dissoluteness,
the days` south secretly between us does sift it(...)

Should I look into the thought`s depth : a river
which lightens Undeath – spend my years,
and I have your face like the seaside of the wheat ears:
an icon, that it steals my everything – time!

If only I pass into nothingness,
I will remember you for ever
rich soil for love –
my seaside-longing!,
blonde dreamings will sift you –
young(...)
when,
I –
forgetten
seagulls

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poem by Dumitru Găleșanu from Emotions into Multiverse (25 July 2010), translated by Adrian Constantinescu
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