FinishRomania

George Anca

                                 

           

Cuprins:

Poems
I FinishRomania  
II Who Did Kill George W. Bush  
III Sonnets for the Alkyons  
IV Maiastra in dodii  
V Kerala Leopard  
VI New York Ramayana  
VII Other Poems in Translation       

PostIbsenians

Who else would turn again Davidoglu into Flaubert

Not a breath but yes halima Gine utters

Those in 50’ resew selves still more tearing preying

With the grave I had walked under the autograph

Compliments to the hooves moribunds on regalements

You do sing of our horse with hermit mother

No blood commerce to the putrefaction

Receiving me not you put dogs on me precisely

I asked do you want to enter prison groupped

Souvenir of proletkult in 50’ or 90’

The cave by Pituţ read by Valentina and Sandu saying

Many know we strain under blocks

The watchman in the Stalin Park is Vladimir Streinu

Most modern and safe way no to cover with shame

Who does kill you to be glorified by rider miller

Transcriptions of ghosts smoke the silence Latin corrupts

All died returning what you’ve stollen master Gaetano

One is Leonard then out of unsaid Catholics

Not a hope to the groups under antibodies

Parents did read too much as many lives as books

Their child Tror killed Lorki

Put hand on Thracia what we call Trudheim

From son to son Voden Odin his wife Frigida Frig

Valhall Ginnungagap void yawning

Troy out of Ymir’s flesh the earth from its sweat the sea

Rocks from bones trees from hairs from skull sky

From eybrows gods riding the woolf poison on face

The woolf swollows sun moon Odin

Ship from nails of men they sung and slung

Wake up Frodi happiness to the throttler

Snake in horn of  reindeer joy of sleep the web

To the dream the Volsung  kin anatomy of runes natya

Let us worship like magi weep and cry

Strange beauty I saw and with it I wounded my heart

Woman I didn’t know but I am not virgin

Catholic archibishop Milingo married through Moon

Our Father by Felicia Halleluiah by Wolfgang

Now and in the hour of our death don’t we grieve

Pectoribus moves us all in hora mortis

I believe many souls have been saved by this invocation

The indulgences  aren’t obtain for self but for

The souls of those in Purgatory no that you sin and

Buy indulgnces diversion let suspect ourselves

Our Father by Ciprian  saves and redeems us

Cra-crai Crăciun-Christmas pious ding-dong I don’t know what

Lerui-ler cradle little cradle the heavens have open

Till after Epiphany over presents and reindeers

The soft ray of sun washes face of lord

Since ages of peonies splashed with shots

And kitsch at fling all with fan in the larvae

So much the less artsists and thinkers weeded under caterpillars

Neither Jews nor Hungarians Gypsies Romanians

Revenge wil come Korean blow Odinic

Grace but nausea beauty of bladder kissed peachly

Septicaemia on this side subcommunist mawkishnesses

We don’t hang out of nothing all the others in mind

She wails all night that all those pain her doesn’t support tv

Some nervous also Lenutsa is here some day silent and angry

Neither she eats any more who’d give her chances at least she

Woudn’t torture like that belly back a little bit on bottom

You see the stupa heal the tree of life relics in darmakaya

Tuft on the crown Rigvedic stem Islandic tower in elevation

I was reading congratulations when a tooth broke in the apple

O deum Odin Wodan id est furor Tasmanian Edda

It’s so white down one feels pity to walk you mention a dream

Of eternal happiness which will make beautiful your days pity

That haven’t time for it I would have liked very much to know it

I couldn’t abstain myself and I bought Maupassant

Stasis but metastasis old jealousy why should I be sad

Perhaps for my daughter dreamt that I was killing with cold blood

The truth of  swallow of field and of sky

In the army I was translating from Rousseau for my father

The life was good mother to us I’m not Anca’s Jewess

I’m guardian angel Grivin anagram from Irving but Diaconu

Alibi all along life symmetrical penance passer by la chute

 IT offers you the freedom of choosing the right moment

From youths telling us to letters dust yet not curing us as plunder

One more winter our turn to the martin shave we couldn’t arrive

Golden number god of love at first sight Syzigia

How could I believe we’ll ever arrive to Amsterdam consonantal

thanking to you mole crickets

by a traceless leaf

lightning you as citadel

on citadel of sun’s snow

 presenting you with suicide diploma

on synchron vision fantasy

John’s Jane’s dream when

Our Viorica blossoms in Eminescu

writing to you the director’s cut

from Brăila but to Râmnic

opera gets distilled

up to the embassy in India

dreaming you as friends up on

own birth aphrodisiac

sorrow growth and death only

by our mother’s cancer

eleating you as empathic scraps

of razed rituality

through Hadrian’s epilepsy

in partisan history on Scurtu

dusting your hemp of gone

fir girls by pornography

still mush from nondigitised

bodies refused fairy whores

ageing you osteoporosis

without merit indemnity

who also children having not

a heavy immortal oldness

poeticising you what former improvisations

still intersected the ballad

as the hut would get severed

and the deigning would strenghten

dedicating you to Stăniloae’s lock-up

to the just from quills of free beard

to be mourn by Răzvan Ionescu

on the patriarchal esplanade

Dalai Lama doesn’t put head of yak on sheep’s body

A good death crowns a good life apud Mathieu

The monk was afraid mostly not to lose

The love and pity for those who had tortured him

If  I shouldn’t paralise in dreams immortal days pell-mell

We just regret our snow white tigers unskied with tram

Bells skald twisting our intranscriptible castity

Dinasty violent censer vandana maithuna from Eliade

Orgasm game beehive bones stupa crepuscule caravan

Regrettable allslowing kind-heartedness not so gossip depression

Do paint in dream the view crumbling with me at doors this Sunday

Here I was spreading my unconscious neglected on an appetite in Calafat

how did we pretend civilised a negritude

Russian bruise still Americanize us

on the rock threefold pact contorturors of saints

unwritten calotte to reconaissance un-

reckoning guillotine what matzoth the water butt

crest font  drip Christian crown

with a binary prelocomotive memory

the world Indianize in spiral detour

tardy diva deva in Deva kama karma

doublets of twigs the unleaf

                                                        I lie the bell I bell the lie

to other cart the heart exploded

into the loins of cousin’s father

combing not grow your chest

if you don’t cut head’s thesis

in the back of all shining feather

lacking of Sanskrit canta(ta)

Pelasgi drying to the wind

unimaginable rest

sleeping shirt in grove

on congratualated plump plant

to you it will not seem still cantabile

the jealousy by shooting

to us it was good the cruelty

from over love of youth

to be sorry for all old age

pity for concentration in a dream

Indian fakir acted by Mozart

non Zoroastrian vultures rabble

India is the cradle of civilisation

but civilisation didn’t remain in cradle

I have no way to reach you in Valhalla

on the cold of correctness

we colonize the hills as carols

under the whip impotency

Legionary Communist truth

in the memories of Caraza

desert megaphones

camels in justice

on Seine in Sinaia

Chinese terza rima

you haiku us haiduk

Reconaissance

Orşova fiord and you Danube

with French hour at crown

with a viper in Herculane

sweetening  spring

from sleep in vapours aporia

a priori pores horse of course

do sing last verse first Achiles

Atlanticum canticum Aviodun

n’arm gendarme Noviodunum

birth recognition of death

since sone mason monsoon

Kipling’s lodge in Chandigarh

warm wormwood of clubs

moor sucked in mirror

francophonia in Teremia

                                                                     parletre

in 90’s the badly loved

in coma I’ve translated

stall to perennial hyphen

uncut from ascesis father-in-law

ecumenical sands

it rains at candle

to yesterday sun

fancy of bad heart

the canon of cannon

to walls piety

gratitude of confessed

on tiger’s tango

spasm on sword Damascus

quickly we’ve conversed

this wind beat Ricoeur

in Ibalcea

green the willow salcea

banaticus

fanaticus

dissolved guids

on Giroc Way

petals of

artificial death

I saw my shoes

you look to know me

I was writing fencing

under soldering aura

by regions in a

revolute chater

menaces in gibberish

the egg of pensamiento

baggage of likeness

one’s fill spleen

paraph condensation strew

on unknown unrecruits

all time there is a

today in Timişoara

organisational fantesy

center of competitivity

lateness faced with China

superiority comlex

world changes

from stand Baudelaire disappeared

and Medea I gave to Bolot

dodophonie eye full

for Romanian fellows

in bigger letters I will

read to deafen you

creative Romania

numerical culture

proved school

visited stand

it must be known what

it is in machine

parrot more jungle

to reach us

don’t transport living

birds in marble

 part of the team we are

 by nobody afraid

tumulted thinness

concert of bells

numerical citizen

digital person

la f(r)acture numerique

youths of Poliana

avid of connectivity

avoiding sclerosis

all flow from selves

the global doesn’t leave cold the local

and neither viceversa

dephysicalisation of pedagogy

bridge over digital difference

the right to knowledge water

Francophonic writing

American orality

dying book

flow of patrons

Ricoeur friend with Eliade

internauts Visigoths

more thieves Romanian

palms street

silk weavers cimitery

Sophocles embankment

sun zone

Pandora like Eve

Medea Meduse

occidentalisation of the planet

Mozes the Egyptian founded

the first monotheism the Judaic

from which took birth

the Christianism and the Islam

turbid Danube

under black undulations

thawed fiord Gange

knives hardly blood the bottom

Babel confirms the devouring

our Danube who are in Doina

among goods wagons

movement against cutted wave

awakening on other honesty

blind was searching in olive trees

unrooted by frost fiord

birch trees white hora

with trunks of darkness

free only the destroying

of self with applause

on high on round the faithlessness

no one is to deny

jusqu’au-boutisme Canada

ice mimosa under ballads

Jung crucification by Paul Neagu

 la valse-hesitation Herve Fischer

I escaped alive also from Timişoara

untold open-handedness architect

the ptriotic Francophonic themes

we are bored by fanaticism

passion of antipassion

Niculceva had leukemia

closed sea Mihalcea and Cochn

terminating the saints

you put again yourself Nifon

to the drawn canons

over board me to mother

before I gnaw my cracknels

how she holds us in her arms

Christ God

religiosity over religion

Emma from Mancha

Antoine with Job by Ladea

print the bowler

odi et amo Catullus

Blanche the snow of yesteryear

mercenearies not defeating enemies

no chronicle no by heart

hanathomy and I sneezed

in paradise I lifted

gone at Paris with Epistemon

but in Troy with Paris

where are Tobie’s times

translation Communist crime

yes Leopold Africa of empires dies

play with glass pearls

you bag a penny and give god

that’s for Brăteşti let her ill

nothing is as beautiful as the dance

I told him when I could open the mouth

the right you keep in lover’s

with the left you drive us

you wheat from grains of rein

when you were mole

not leaf out forest

witness to martyr illusion

a day before a day after

I hide I last short  sec

on Catalan waist coupa santa

pe talia catalană coupa santa

the other kings you don’t deconstruct the difference

on respect from people don’t hit any more

AmericanCorner

empty train like Olso-Bergen

mayby  through Moldova up to Botoşani

also my button tore at departure

the play hasn’t scene for opera

at distance the adventures under memory

more honest forgetting letters

woman behold your son

doctrine of single race

ritualisation of representatrivity

smoke the polygon fold on destiny

train window melodrama

my noncelebrating kind

who else turnes on a side

of youths falling at word

neither the uselessness of dark

caution of Americans

nonunderstanding of youth

green cloths eyes still blue

Cornelian character Păcală

on Buzinschi street in Bacău

fertile Indies in the loss

from our teats Tyresias

we don’t defend any more the weed-grown

may be not worth the end of Romania

nobody left the cloister wing

we crested ouselves East-West travellers

he is ugly I’m handsome you ha ha

cavern from the last days cancer

even our students get old

the abstinence of living isn’t enough

pain painter colour to the place

bringing in spring our moistness

from fingers wives telling chaos

if not foretokening householder

places to unseen hours

the sparkling of temporalty

we hearded of years nonaeging

rain quarters somnolence

you mount flower’s usurpation

armies uprooting

you start longing me

abandoned an anniversary

I have not any more time for novelty

watch of nobody my eternal self

the chasing of tragedy

osiers of whine colour

avatar to abortion ipse

myself being unborn Ibsen

12 April 2006  you

won’t to meet yourself

the obscurity flight

full of birds

the death of same being

invitations to disappearence foot

green and a whip handle

eternally postponed sentence

neither born for punishment

motherlands going out nor

dependency of own birth

higgledy-piggledy we go

were we weren’t born

we just did the army

fluttered little stars

cold again

gnawing chips

of apocalypse

the rape of

last day

when I was born

delirium mounts us in the garret fallen

on leaves of onion on leaves of  walnut

excess of land

infertile accidents

unclear man unclear woman

front rodent

through Christians thorns of godsons grow

Stavru’s burnt cadaver

what use of life to you

olds and not greeneness

American corner

 French virus

on my birthday in Bacău

liberation from non-existence

of what exists

in the eyes of evidence

still rains high up

to Americans the garrison

for chicks love

lamps would heat them

one more solitude train

dies as birds arrive

my day in dissapeared strangers

reamericanized zinc thread

tomorrow my sister is born

ever in other placeto be born

today in Bacău under arms

no more pressed in palms

on void on sleep all the same

where from so many Franch

Romanians on the way of disappearence

small marble drops

genesis nasadya voluspo

on what you write on what read

ancestrality rock

neither you didn’t convey

as zou should be the last ones

as you speak diction

chest the footlights addition

Sculpturograma

reading our letters

neither Paul nor stone

we will show our prana

without opera Parvati

give me in writing

the following in concert

citindu-ne scrisorile

nici Pavel nici piatră

o să ne arătăm prana

fără opera Parvati

dă-mi mata în scris

urmarea din concert

four faces on a head

all around neck-stork

abdomen in four teats

heart out horned

in shadow saw

on what the lid

that I wasn’t myself

on what perspiration

at neck tie energy

red paws portraits

at tip again wing

ribs fluttering

end of journey

apostolic couples

an year with months

may eclipse have finished

shadows at bulb

toward Basile with Sorana

ludicus incubator

crossed hands over eggs

Dutch static nature

by a gallow

fat bronze bird

hanging messy colours

on the table red moulding

ladder with legs non-siren

four nails one broken

 selfdining Christ

this composition with snake

horseshoe walked on heels

by the woman with big belly

a child outside in hand with a lance

thrusted in snake’s head

carpe diem memento mori

how to tramp a hoof

one doesn’t know speak

but knows to write

Ken was Adam out of poylmers

Barbi as out barbed man

let the matter float us

the cut the leaving

funambulist of change

delighting your order

this evening at the saloon

theme is kalokagathon

divine mind sweet voice

the luminary of all world

Rembrandt second hand

Sorana not understanding the sacrifice

spectacles of negritude

ash of award name

you come in Scotland as scolpturograme

before and after hermit

Unburnt wafer

unburnt the wafer of turf

from dying horses dream

uncounted Preda’s coast

in plutonium accident

let army still kill the bass

from hinge of unjustice

funeral fright

 selfexclusion

we lived in vain

to die the same

we passed the mask

the beast tore us

scandal on perfumes

stew of wings

foetus shooting

gone hosts

be I your gardner

arsenic parents

happy childhood

telling it tragic

the platoon excuses

the sergent a dream

woman detests Jesus

two sacks of carrots

liberate the bourgeoises

Eliade bhavan

in Shantiniketan

propitiated perfumes

the somnolence unsleeping

the boiling

cousin Tudorică

film notes

pastel colours

shooted dreams

watch hand cuts off

eye of big grass

Bunuelian bullet

young and thin

judge by want

chose the time

from bearded eyes

my last second

incarcerate

don’t leave corpses on the street

the endlessness of dive

through jazz ash

the forms’s crying

no more to swim it

who wants to send me to death

blush me caravans

drowned mounted in sund

brotherhood in breaking

wonder to unroasted goats

masks on cancer’s face

quarrel and remember

thouse out to light

neither from Dante nor from Ibsen

calm clan atavistic magnet

chains of calls

pantomime the unconscious

I wouldn’t dare to

digest my greed

turned into

sound combatants

perfume swamp

polecat’s wonder

living in letters

who came out from platoon

will burn my

letters after death

I read in books you in lotus

the architect writes in cupolas

we remain to partisans

cremated alive

under skirt a ripe traveller

hairy vision

on pubescent fingers

the skalds reincarnated in fiord

derision Derrida

the flowers return in the garden

we may have turned into the other

the poetry has died in America

you is the book’s name

I derecognized myself nonprerecognition

only by him understood hole in head

Protestant Catholic again Protestant

on the sun we gather vervain

little we miss to die happy

with opera in the middle of us

with the hunged I wetered trusteeship

sunsets no more telling verandah

lime unextinguished in sleep

I  am moved wreck

catcher in the rye bande mataram

tarragon in quenelles on Preda’s coast

that with days the fellow dies

if he doesn’t live quite nice

keep me silence

not transcribing the paternity

about three that I’ll die

I remembered

you poppy you arbor

genetic conversations to ended Romania

where brings us the schizophrenia

nothing as sweet as disappearence

don’t care that Romania is taken

adieu to Romanians graves

even to die we wouldn’t be

to our custom heredity

loss of country

how could we free again from yoke

pass it from you the ravens

corpses unfoundable

the people of former Romanians hangman

the veil wreckage on Lipscani

the end of Romania

mocked by the end-alls

the greatest risk is not to risk

theologaster globalabaster

Ibsen prohibited at Iaşi

on corpse of self’s army

plan to injustices cipher

on history of killed

depression of repression

Ibsen the Moldavian shepherd

from cave Cleopa on-line

and in sleep the revelations logos

Latins through Germanic empire

the self breaths in avatar

the altar flutters crowns

choirs in valleys flow sunrising

worship sounds in change

and yet we too much recognize ourselves

it will denounce you too

the writing of poem

let me be visited by

resurrection doina song

we met in

cosmogonies

olds with youths

our time will not come any more

yet we wouldn’t go to pot

nu ka sa ugula

pa idim ka rai

the noble knowing secrets

will go to paradise

apud Bucurescu

in the free Tărtăria

I saw you also last

year white flourished

see you next year apple

Chopin Sibelius

alfi from elves

our Vikings

endBeckett

ready for Turku

FinishRomania

Who did kill George W. Bush

among silky embodiments

family and phone in Sicily

from Cajuns in Acadiana

my got be not killed

my land  not a shield

you'd call me from tree

bastard fountain Cerne

mother in lucerne

carcinoma blood be

mother divorced interned

buried your father

sculpturing Rapa-Nui were dying

from nothing and a little

assassin's magnetization

I  unwind from wind

for the sleep  trophies

lyre symphony

without Orpheus

kala kairos

Hindu ash

Pirandellian laughing

mind your steps

my writing will doze

toward America

more so to Washington

in night coach

aircraft carrier

Quadalquivir

poiesion

who to read

the writing

only bullets

residences

with eyes at gate

towards America

too unpunished

totalitarianism

a popular request

to vampire

at Birmingham's hour

I also

wrote verse

on furnaces

of brick

the smell of privy

in my nose

to bring it to Americans

against a green card

I think

only to

sloughing

of own time

poured brain

crunched by

the famishment

of cats

you left me

psychlogist

in the non-existence

of schizophrenia

neither what you think

what passes through your mind

nor what you think

you do not think it

and I'd be I

to what woud you think

I think

not to think

we ravage

imagining

in physical crowd

symbolic politics

between maxim secrets

with earth at ring

the securist from

night taxi

democray Sionist Nazism

father I haven't preoccupations

you speak alone scold

taking fetching

what more do you unpaste

you look at watch you've given

your competence at bull

people in need

supple computers

catechesis in haste

compose you

I write that

 we need more of us

nothing in head

Cioranian superintelligence

your laptop

pen discourse

nothing with nobody

I bab forecourts

I don't mix

rank you read

over shoulder Chinese

gone you are knapsack

blouse from army

 the crop

criminal against

nobody

however

all life nonsense

in black matter

obsolete saintness

I throw the ball

of time to collect

waiting

to drink a mouthful

if doesn't fall

it convulses something

you are

delaying

the flight

let’s talk

about your

future

grey tail

novels on tray

flutter

I swolow

numberless

humiliations

especialy I

humiliate

myself

how stand

cabs

the skopets

we merit our

titanic

in Washington

tu ridi

on wing

back 22

1944

ultima eruzione

di Vesuvio

if they wouldn't barefoot us

my wolfovits

are teared

Bizets I missed

Sao Paolo

biggest Italian city

you copilot

geologist

Washington

Tulgheş water

at Durău

on Ceahlău

in dream

I defended

Eliade

on the dry wood of bench at left of Justice Palace

I was sitted backing the modern art galleries

ten by ten columns Athene triangle zodiac virgo

food not home eating but in kabab house Gajendra

the profanation makes Eliade avatar on Mântuleasa at Sanzianas

by where did more I styed in Washington

on wooden benches in Eminescu

Zenith galleries as at Dreteanu

in Barrier at Otilia

tries on what day and today

with few writings a bird

red under churchy gold

the hour I counted no more

the cup drinking by year

on the ocean from between telescope

rain is coming I'm alike

with road always twin

how many closed in the world beyond

how much hell's refusal in the center

the South of green cupolad white

spiral window untraveling

in front of Baudelaire imagination

he makes a man out Edgar Poe

imaginative invisibility of the power

Russel house kindled nontemple

the Capitol's aura you Plata in singularities

the Eminescian worlds of Mircea Eliade

the loss after the last loss

sign books are seen it eats

in the bookshop dust is touched

police is contemplated museums are amused

it sits on bench it leads the world

despised the world is refashioned

you will never do anything better

than what you do now said Brancusi

did you read or arrested me Baldacci says

imagination hasn't yet been assassinated

the inextricability wipes the

spots of immutable untruth

I will search it more if it doesn't search me

god in inextricability

I walk after him through the temple

 the grandeur of masonic

boredom in Washington

one must be someone to say nothing

and only you to speak applause

they don't need anybody or they don't come

witchcraft to the religions pavilion

Kennedy says God Mozes Jesus Francisc

palaces of darkness in the night

in front of golden calf with Tintoretto

our valley doesn't loom

let us leave Washington

and go to Paris

more one empire shaking

SONNETS FOR THE ALKYONS

                                                              To Alexandra and Victor

I

king Ceyx Alkyone

implores you don't go

to the oracle not on ship

take also her you agon

drowned she sees you hypnos

gods turn you both in alkyons

over weaves down

to birds on eons

kingfishers dancing wedding

in dive through fine zones

albatrosses in diaspora

with military embracings

the wings anemone

or to the oracle clones

II

what fate on pilgrim king

starting alone on oracle route

how he guarded his queen that he doesn't

take her in the journey now

she beseeches him to take the land

he in the ship longing endures

the storm falls the father evening star

doesn't know his graves

eol his father-in-law do read Ovid

in albatross feather iridium

their longed methamorphosis in flight

rewaves drop to bodies

we miss the sight of virgin canine

and dog burks us mortal

III

you that are flying over forest

leaving both shore and sea to others

I wouldn't tell from wings long and short

a black dog to enamel sheeps

other grazes me out from tours

shadowing the legs of psalm singer

remained to my theaf person

as wind's run at aim I raise

broken by cyclist bronze

precincts weave us

that neither in  hunger bonze

nor Mila nor shinto statue

would not open for us

the belly of that gone to lie

IV

sonnets choirs counterpoint

Indian lizards

alkyonard jazz accent

if you don't ring if radio

be it wa-wa to you

Saint Mary

India-s day

devil grace

son to kingfisher

Chekhovian what fun

what pick on nation

winged stones

 birds nested

in my head

V

drought's foliage rustled by wave

in cross the alkyons eyes

we would canton our exhaustion downstream

of pharaohs' crossing

metamorphosis nuptial tearing

from song rised to eons

even by us since yeasterday at bank

to see as if for sturgeons

secluded wing you return

to the couple dumbed by storm

only waves the spumes on horns

a music in burning of runes

VI

pushed in lodgings by windows 

the tractor strews smoke to you

ships on chimneys you do live

and nor good-bye last evening

in whom way news to sands

hallucinations not even on string

in the doze of Dantesque tales

to Dumitru's royal eagle

on us if hello at quits

at turn on belly swiming

the brush of a victorious whiting

payed we'd be with a Corot's painting

like in Eminescu from Ovid and Brit

the arbour of detached tarot

VIII

after that we'd just narrate

and you mum one Eliadian

Dan Botta on plate you were here

I still get tanned unique manna

of chance a bird I saw

eol  hardened is food to you

of father in Egeic empires

alkyone our daughter nana

I entered in water came out of skin

leaving drowning myself a bit

in guard of earthly sails

I can't forget the dog look

from me in wave and dales

in morose weed

IX

origami wings

beak for salute

claws in Miami

abdomen ship

poop pecking

shaped griffin

mother with Adams

father in horror

shave our flakes

in Coromandel

divulge its rays

small evening star

girl of mother Fulga

and of Jundandel

X

I'v pasted with sprite my leaflet

metamorphose in dry prose

tale's omen Joimăriţa

poet drowned in Euxinus

under plane afion

child priest not unkle

legs arched spoke

Roman unseen by Dacian

devil onto wrinkles verse and wave in waltz

to non-reader also peace

in wing's net which are sales

o Thracian my secret they'll know

to contemplate the painting of Franz Halls

or killing laid Orphus

XI

on verse's verso agape

birds suicide pas

bear's eye your water sounds

 kin at requiem

to self seeming carawfish at pope

that from pews iconostatis

wings the montain and ditch

at Georgescu Delafras

long change on non-baker

alkyonar invented

Buzinschi Sântimbreanu

suffix to Teoctistt

flowers harness crosses of schist

rhyming however no gloomy

XII

king sailers drowned

nonyestearday old epitalamion

today flocks fly the wedding

on the sea with sands dialect

tribal  paw claw the tiara ploughs

to unseen queen beehive respect

we flutter ourselves bird beast

as sect seven of leap year

trans in person asper interregnum

to these I look ignorant

the double children wing sign

wind's flowers to angels

dreaming to keep in mind dignus

of sunflower sower

XIII

now word of sorrow longing in the sea

forms the painters of motion

on them we hit as avatars

Ovidorm metamorphoses

cast zodiac reliable

it's void and evidence do die

medals Dali Daedalion salting

from baskets throwing out shaormas

shadow to dog fisher doors

down Sanskrit auroras usha

too many would enjoy clods

to rain the hands no wicked ones

the myth's greived for doesn't

remember his dead and mine

XIV

you wait solitude wave sand

witgs packed fest

one doesn't know where wind beats zip

you go to brothers and sisters to West

most former South pair at a face

look fixedly to a boat in arrest

 verify Kuldip's ballad

what broken wedding up to Budapest

for time's bitterness moon only

circles on linen  dishevelled alkyons

feathers' almond converged hazel

closed eyes red swarm in tomorrow

since a life I didn't pay to you earnest

as for the last judgment

XV

arrows in living wheel curved

 don't flow war Daedalion

two twins from two gods a girl

coming from front would bear non

neither with Diana would come across widely

to throw yourself from promontorion

Ceyx bury you when Peleus search

shelter to him he killed his brother Dodon

you'll die on road toward oracle

Alkyone would weep you metamorph

from people you chose other miracle

Buzzatti's Eura without Orf

Tracula waves to mountain spectacle

and rhymes few living nor f'

XVI

what did you need leaving wife

to take the waves of destiny

what she also asked to take her

loving her you didn't take her anywhere

from you two be not born

the travelling Kunigunde

evening star to adopt her

up birds at eggs bow

while drowning you called her by name

and heard you've been by separators

and she to dream you home come on

and at wake dead only dawn

make me a bird to fly at least

through undulating shadows

 

XVII

let the brother's cuting build

to the mosaic or to mosque

lanscape again Medealike

as she didn't bear sons of godess

as to death given gelosy

return to ethereal murder

and you kiss her on mask

in prayer of Egean catching

we adjectivate the non-sun under cloud

if at a sudness the amphora is heavy

the syntax of antiqueting rhythm

would beat the pair of Alkyons

and even lost archaic meteor

I worship I'm cold that no

XVIII

Eol to Alkyone father airs

with waves groom breath

Ceyx saw from Lucyfer she earth

of father memory keeping

enamoured couple gets unmad

and who to cremate the sky

through clouds burying horizon

in shouts of young voice

from star and wind earth kings in vineyards

flyng we recognize ourselves alkyons

storying not among us childhoods

dreeming to sturges joints

wind blows again you don't entertain us

from wings raising eons

XIX

dead was the transforming king

today birds break on his throne

from part of Alkyone in a tongue

unspoken to self Kogaion

yes god make us aura to you

to same penumbras standard

in silance as harping us

the urchins from Cirene sauron

we stay sonnet's wings for

saved alkyons from teared lovers

we depart cutting us from center

amnesiac if we move again as corybants

these old out of young venter

in beaks fish in ocean infants

XX

I pray to god the letter

to fly it to sculptor it

I don't change Ovidian theme

king queen in birds

air embodied aura

with peace the bigger boy

of morning aster

in iamb the tragedy

I think also to aqcuintances

argo undrowingable

embracing on

cliff  with Vigeland

feathers uniqueness

love on sea on land

XXI

you Alkyone I Ceyx

neither dead nor bird

we don't dance any more flamenco

we write sonnets each other

we wake with wings

I sign you on sand

not seeing you

when we converse

you will not separate

cause king goes to oracle

together metamorphosis

father after cloud morning star

open the mouth

speak in Getic

XXII

I searched in flock in swarm in paradise

bird to the dog on satelite

detour flow under clouds rarely I ploughed

if I wouldn't reach a voluble kin

hi gulls choir life on poker

to bankrupt's lengthened wisdom

in Barbu's lyras lyric lay

disliking what did tell I

only that cold from marine people

on draught slavery canaan

peaceful pascal's sleep returns

we have views wifes clan in field

mud house passed torture die

Aldebaran do not get young again

XXIII

we turn one into another

Shrovetide of blood

enamoured asters when we'll be not

we light of self rigor intrigue

rare maternal desfigurement

in patriarchal mourning

I suit metamorphosation

of dead lovers in gulls

I try beattings

of wings shadowing

we heat with

sea's drop

no foreign bird

in man come you too

 XXIV

ark argo

ovid eggs

boredom oracle

from where founder

with no a poor

Dacia

oracle black aura

let us be healthy o Ceyx

until we drown

love waits for us

left in life

mount me

on ship to don't

sleep sibyl

XXV

I'd dream you

we'd chat

self forgetting of

alkyon kin

alive to fly to swim

joy of burial

in oracular predictings

from cause unrecognizing

alone they can

dream selves oracles

I speak not

only of gulls

fall first

you god

XXVI

oracle surounds us tents

on the sea shore unexpectant

we don't discuss four farthings

califs on polychrome horses

prodies two with two efforts

on three in one parodist

of flight in lands fluid resorts

could have retransformed resurrecting

we catch our collar in the pillar

under listening caravan

what our father aster is doing

when we died without food

no soldier abandoning castra

Ceyx vain Alkyone waits for you

XXVII

waves sea sailors

the king hanging on lath

sea salvors rare in ares

seeing the queen in shape that

Avars ford wait for him

charms with Arald on a burr

if would sell him what corsairs

script to be with her fiddle

the carrier of light

beyond cloud as beyond wind

Alexandra Vic alkyna

look there land

the corpse isn't guilty

with the oracle word

XXVIII

weekenders ers of sadness

sheltering me from best written book

at wave taboo on crumble-sea

from gulls the woman toward rest

bronzing the angle of corsair thigh

at once wheel their eyes from test

the canine couple last night standing

at escalade nor on Everest

you do translate in foreign languages the price

when to the alkyons I prostrate sternly

you'd ask if I'd fill your glass

at autograph schools of consternation

recitative to entire county

next autumn patriarch Holofern

XXIX

no any oracle if not eol

seen by the alkyons as father

eyes no more phoenixes mother alcohol

you didn't bath us that the groom's father

intoxicates evening star's superpart

remained unjolted star

hidden but after corolla cloud

at evening boy at day girl

messengers came to the dipped dead

and only his living looking

flutter him self devoured

blown selfresurrecting wing

abysses of true drowning

sculptured metal Miro mirror

XXX

you dreamt gyroscopic birds

with white chest to the East

of palace hawk music

what words did here any more

let the chalk sun see you

 not entring blackened circle

foam spiral as egret

depth of the sea stopped you

the palace howls for not

queen hear what strom killed

she also dreaming self

from imperial kin one only

if sleeping neither rain paparuda

nor to noises belladonna

XXXI

let your attitudinizing accident be

of people's food rune

on flight of eyes to horizent

said avatars combine you

I woldn't let self in Dervent

to prayed stars' sisters carrying moon

up to Mekka Ayodhya advent

to musicalize the lagoon

sucked wave puffs contrary chest

surrounding it flight swim sand

throwing of hunch be your rune

wing enamoured of wing

harappa antananarive

in beaks of ancestral polyp

XXXII

the phrase waits you be precise

as crow's gull in dodii

you believed circumcised even moon's dream

under white half-moon of Cernavoda

you listened understanding Paris

one meditative one on pomegranate

we don't explain prohibited land

flinged by lady from the zodias

the oracle burnt lady

in seduction words

she snatches your husband as a rag

on sea she pommels him to the storm

and pour him in whale's bowels

so even cajuns to don't find him

XXXIII

in shortest you said the phrase

to hierarchs on beach according to the rite

what meditate what you do Zaraza

pardon Hamza naramza slaughtered

 blackamoor in lackbeard  noon

since yesterday in willows wind and

hired anacoluthon gulls stasis

until the oracle didn't utter

part to speak only eating I write for her

as a word she doesn't let with food

let's hear fastidious oracle

with no effect litlle unkles on wound

so do lose us got kidling cheep

returned from sea in bird Diana

XXXIV

shifted to people at us two silent

there are days you tear also words

in the sea you sharpen the clearnesses

you fattish only at mind

we speak you don't and too among gabbies

translation parents graves

enough the carriage yoke ostrichs to it

we recognize us as eloquent birds

do not make sense you're not American

do speak in dodii in order to understand you

you don't hear a sound beyond screen

with umbrellas oracle and Tvareg

don't call me the same stone

archaeologist writes Petcheneg

XXXV

go with don't go song tralala

don't go don't give yes no yes

turn return rent in tent orthodox

good wind bless god

code triodyon period nonHerod the great

of master hymn land root knout eminence demand

winded hunted wine father monk

opted resting

pity of sins napkins airs

the rent saint to us glory belief in tongues

patriarch sea gull sprite gone

at Jesus real parade

let sing seen at you master

you interrupt voices  writings frights

XXXVI

drowing us as foam crowns

evening stars shadow us

you being the couple Ceyx Alkyone

I am the wind your father Lucifer

the theme of sorrow rejecting

sell after my death

the censers murmur

to paradise the new comer

gulls' diocese

burying us to sea

we renounce death

for burial

Trachinian to

Thracians daisy

 

XXXVII

I'm wheat peck me gull

more prayers than sinners

it starts from samsara to god

bird charm in song

imagine waves

in my place

the happiness of transformation

of sea in gull

black aurora

 you look where agora

toward diaspora

you don't enamoure

island Azore

alkyon adore

XXXVIII

the prohibited gulls from these fluffs

reach me metamorphosis I ask them

do you want with new death other masks

they disappear far of from Erebus

runing from sea sun spot await

young plaits cut in Maghreb

I both lived and died at ear phones

that even last ephebe heard me

I did read say of metamorphic stop

the children after Ceyx come you too

what mother Alkyone Gothic sun

oracles fmother you don't go

storm yes to chaotic sonnet

in me an unhindu ash

XXXIX

no gull I'd care for parents

anyhow I mind nobody

as you kill me in Mehedinţi mountains

as I make feet to pampas over house

as grass on school wants endeavors

as flag on tent adopts scythe

as bodies are dead on carpets

as the sentiment isn't of terrace

I've as much air as to find out what I wrote

in insolation as for dream

to pass over virgin paradise

that isn't purgatory in action

with hell only no one step

of man winging waits for us

 IL

 oracle or wind hand

of king's compulsion to drowning

queen may not be odalisque

in bird no discord no hemstitch

love punished until

autumn if passing throughout

wounded Lucifer sideways

you gull to peck'im ram

remained in mas the trouver ananas

with Naso into competition banana(s)

he'd swim at arms and shot

ravished in alkyonian cry

by other punishment contrabass

in a maidan orchestra

ILI

I'd have stopped when you chased me

both from singing and chattering

the sonnet full demijohn

the basement had reflected gods in pitch

convention prayed afion

of those in graves branch

they to whirl medicine in wound

that living wouln't do for us a gala

you spend your allay

not reading I don't quote

from metamorphoses nor gore

enough to you the Maltese falcon

at movie same old archaic wine

from verse also alone I blush

ILII

unsaid at end the timing salto

you're back to life a step above

the flying you chase chisel

for to the pinguins it is plused

so in his memory and alto

you donated the statue and put you

under the gone Rialto's bird

I keep to the alkyon both ways

to heavy dipping answer

 throw the shadow from zenith moira

the sea was to oracle shortcoming

how we had remained in Cairo

to pay us Ion Creangă

and if you would long Zaira

ILIII

on road to sonnets ashes

be strewen in vast cellar

unstrayed Tatar girl

at inn to them rekindle flame

Ovid to Gets on door

entring sadness sigh

we received them kings in wen

ovoid flight in pentagram

we were says among kins the phobic chips

walked by alcedas out of pity

Trachinia of Thracia a grain

another and humble Dacia

again you offend us anaerobic nose

in the Lucifer's night

ILIV

I can't end what I didn't start

Petrarca Voiculescu in abstract

and I didn't passed through eros

in death's descent without act

crass suitor in flowers rut

in air on land in water jact

I give the gull for Menumorut

and no tomorrow or after pertract

I compared them with sun flower

with no success  memory army

of posthumous love the fowls

through courts domestic wish their sbirros

as secretly alkyons love

the valkiries' queen

MAIASTRA  IN  DODII

THE SCULPTOR

MAIASTRA

DODII

(THE OLD)

(THE MUTE)

(THE SUNDAY)

*

ADODIA

*

DODIE (SUNDAY)

To man

Longing

Iondinpom Mănâncăbrâncă

Moşpegroş Usucăţuică

Johnintree Eatshand

Oldongold Driesbrandy

Circle from circle

to try it vehicle

Dodie tragedy

from eyes of Dochias

The child the ancestor

the mute and the fool

Dodie now

Dido pothoumous

From venter you

grazeborn me

In elbows Ipate

in snub Sunday

What's not in wing doesn't wing

it's not in dodie what's not in zodiac

on land on sky

iron bird high

The Hamlet Cocor-crane

doesn't take its flight

DODIE

THE SON

Parents ate unripe grape

and my mouth is set on edge

Father cuts

mother baths

DODIE

Nearest forest

 leafs out waters

From down forest

brook dearest

Bewtween you on valley

a forest flowers

THE SON

Sides outsides

beds with no cloths

and with no for bath

gooses  fly in dust

DODIE

Wonderful wonder

you speak like a girl

Hill from under mountain

pass over foot bridge

THE SON

Mother and father would hear you

and we will see what's about

DODIE

You keep mouth shut

that aren't alone in path

THE SON

Better a rain come

to ask us garm

more a scoarching

to give us kissing

We are quits brothers sisters

frogs strawberries bee eaters

DODIE (THE OLD)

Ene on eyelashes drops

on Vasilica's eyes

Grangur to find them still

Florea after four horses

Empress

higher flyer

aster ox eying

under eagle's wing

In sun's palace

sword of skylark

at wing sad

at mouth proud

from weanling bones

village's columnes

golden eagles to the unlighted world edge

from one side to another be slaughtered

Bird on trunk

trunk on root

Maiastra sings

from the unseen

Parents get angry

at home in the kitchen

THE SON

From all clouds

bring me a bird

Give the lightning

to horses wings

villages of babes

bird of feathers

DODIE

Girl calling

willy-nilly

To cure me

at belly

THE SON

To reach me

the long wing

DODIE

To turn me

the large wing

DODIE

All of us to hide

under wings fathom

THE SON

Let it stay

also sister to come

DODIE

To mount higher

angel to hire

To let down

in old bones

THE SON

O but of darkness I'm afraid

since the bird was birdie

DODIE

You never have seen her

go only and kiss her

THE SON

Up to sky up to gate

with you bosom

DODIE

No dragon

is bad omen

perhaps the bigger

with needles mosquitoes

You speak like mother

and mum like father

THE SON

If I'd grow this night

I'd awake Maiastra

DODIE

So we will wait

until it awakes

Longer is bird's

second the wing

Moon lights

dumb kites

Don't go

to be soiled

THE SON

Maiastra bird

will get awaken

she sleeps beyond cloud

with wings in flight

DODIE

If you sleep on you

she'll give you to the bees

Bird to the ancestor

to give it just now

To frighten it one-two

and to put it on eggs

World's egg

mother's chick

Small world

little bird

Big world

flying bird

Yo go back

I see you all

At courage by hand

you fly a month

you mount in the tree

branches are opening

slip on light

up to root

you dig after treasure

bury you when it flies

then bird

fire flame

THE SON

Returned to haven

the tail of dragon

fallen paper

to take my hat

Mother sings at window

like a Maiastra bird

Father listens with longing

and with hunting thought

DODIE

Come to forests

don't steal wood

Wolf of wolves

and of children

Bear of bears

and of children

Walk only singing on road

otherwise wouldn't be road

So many people like children from far

and children as people almost

THE SON

Sucked from biestings

maiastra bird

DODIE

I heard also

a flutter

More unfluffed

at belly burnt

Milk from fish

don't beware

Mother is black

by where is dear

Father is long

by where is of value

Turning on a side

bird wandering

THE SON

I return to life

on neck of maiastra

I open the eyes in peace

dreamed of the Parcae

I cry mother

it unravels

I cry father

it make drunk

Light's cocks

awaken neighbors

I lie to you all night

to hear my whisper

Eternally poor

maiastra bird

MAIASTRA

Eternally yours

I slip maiastra

DODIE

The camel is little

the swan is hale

The mute the ugly

the old man cock

Light like

Sunday

Like bird

she brings you

THE SON

You stupid of ours

Maiastra more ours

DODIE

You awaken with mother father

also her most enlightened

now you weep

to reach her

up with swans

of quick streams

with childish

tales

Who to play

bird's peace

I was little egg

I grew people

MAIASTRA

I was walking road

border I remained

You dispersed

if I chased

For flying to you

I will go too far

One will follow me

also with the love

With curse other

where we aren't

DODIE

Bird bath them

rock them

until by chance

it fall or flies

They love since then

girls and boys

waters with rocks

rights with lefts

THE SON

Unpasted  from eyelashes

I'd rotate also on waters

among tender bodies

of babes in cradles

Only weep without weeping

and your ungatherd singing

When to climb it is statue

bird which was an it is not

DODIE

it isn't bird

for is burnt

isn't burnt

for is branch

isn't branch

for is eagle

isn't eagle

for is virgin

isn't virgin

for it sweeps us

it doesn't sweep us

for it threshes us

doesn't threshes us

for it tremble us

doesn't tremble us

for it harvest us

doesn't harvest us

for it rocks us

doesn't rocks us

for it is stepmother

it isn't stepmother

for is cave

it isn't cave

for it lightens us

it doesn't lighten us

for it rounds us

it doesn't round us

 for it strains us

it doesn't strain us

for she is young

she isn't young

for make us thinking

doesn't make us thinking

for she is alone

she isn't alone

for she cries hi

doesn't cry hi

for she is afraid

she isn't afraid

for her mothers come

her mothers don't come

for she is their's

she isn't their's

the Fates

the Fates

but Maiastras

DODIE

maiastra oldhood

for poor youthood

for hundred good

we announce nuts

for a mummy

a granny

for an plane

a butterfly bow

on this world

the Maisatra

MAIASTRA

I stop from flying

to don't kill you

I don' t charm you

unto saint spirit

I don't love you

in dragon's haven

I don't somersault

in Constantinople

like in Capadocias

with parents in dodii

I don't more hear you

in raw silences

I don't caress you

golden and silver

but I dip you with humus

in the mother's spit

little hollows and curls

I let be covered

I push you in the chasm

near to the devil

I turn your sight

until nature is blind

I turn you soon

from glades

I take you in the night

where swain  is

BADODIE

DODIE (SUNDAY)

On the way of branch

at soul of the kin

in the land of immortals

in the cradle of clouds

before the traveler

the house of longing

DODIE (THE OLD)

house in desert

day in eternity

beginning of tale

waters with fishes

mysterious fate

in stone warped

columns and rocks

the wedding gates

place upward

hidden in clouds

DODIE (THE MUTE)

Bird gets down

to be evening

Life's pillar climbs

the morning star

When to rise again

the eyes from here

When to descend again

the soul at day break

Stars when fall

don't rise again

DODIE (THE MUTE)

But the sky doesn't fall

that irons keeps it

The iron will not fall

that frost freezes it

The world will not fall

that humus keeps it

The humus will not fall

that mother keeps it

The country will not fall

for ladder keeps it

The ladder will not fall

that horizon keeps it

The man will not fall

that tree keeps him

The tree will not fall

that wood keeps it

The self will not fall

that light keeps it

The light don't fall

that supper keeps it

The hero doesn't fall

that egg keeps him

The egg will not fall

that chasm keeps it

The head will not fall

that needle keeps it

The needle will not fall

that sack keeps it

The sight doesn't fall

that nature keeps it

The nature will not fall

that building keeps it

The stone will not fall

that chisel keeps it

The chisel will not fall

that another keeps it

DIDODIE

MAIASTRA

always bride until the wing

of wedding my groom would bewitch

DODIE (THE MUTE)

cock's crest

old's soul

THE SCULPTOR

She alone and voice

above heard waters

DODIE (SUNDAY)

Above clouds with split soles

underground with soft crowns

THE SCULPTOR

Full crop empty world

inside outside

The desert eye the grain

and low claw the mountain

A hill toward a valley

of flower whited over snows

MAIASTRA

Two times maiastra at wedding

and song without song

THE SCULPTOR

Back awakened

afraid of darkness

The soul after wedding

opposes the bird

clay like

now

till after

us

DODIE (THE OLD)

Happy birds

that I ate them

DODIE (SUNDAY)

To my sons

all breath

To Maiastra the forest

defoliated before

MAIASTRA

My bones

suck you in flight

THE SCULPTOR

I dreamed my mother

up to issue from wood

The steps made me arrow

I return to put them chisel

as house

so stone

rock

hand

egg

new

DODIE

I'm no more

on earth

THE SCULPTOR

I'll cut long

until reach you

DODIE

Cut root in trunk

and trunk in resin

THE SCULPTOR

Come in house

bride

DODIE

I'd see you

I'd liken

our

maiastra

THE SCULPTOR

I liken a

neighbor

neither white

nor fair

DODIE

squeeze it hardly

to don't fly

disappointed of land

detached of wind

THE SCULPTOR

 Let cut

of  halt

THE SON

in the air dents

will be parents

I will smile to them

even I don't hear

THE SCULPTOR

Eyes kissed

by mothers fathers

DODIE

leave on death bed

fate's cymbals

You remained home

the night of bride

MAIASTRA

presentiment day break

among match makers

unknown to the night

the morning of death

Weep it to my sadness

wedding of the morning

DODIE

The Dragobete

passes hurriedly

MAIASTRA

laurel on water

in depth bury me

nenuphar grows me

bride of fish

eagle since life

climbs with me

with right most loved

I marry my soul

it brought me in flight

it left me in cloud

old ghost

to kin mother

DODIE

daughter

of a day

MAIASTRA

I hear a chick

of nobody

His small wing fall

my air rises me

I'd fall I'd make me pit

full with wings of water

I long to catch it

and comprise it

From cursing

to place flying

Let birds know me

fluttering scythes

DODIE

The Dragobete

dances the girls

MAIASTRA

I stay sky stays

I fall from seven fruits

DODIE

One with ours

maiastra bird

sings with tongue

mums with leaf

MAIASTRA

Leave me to nobody

instead of the chick

stallion's grasses

rise through land

DODIE

it grazes outside

and carries us rarely

I feel it and touch

his wing's ankles

MAIASTRA

you fly it in me

whole seven days

DODIE

what you're if you'd be

endless from here

MAIASTRA

I find someone

beyond cloud of star

What it built

it ruined

DODIE

The song bathed

all the Saturday

It wasn't heard

water's love

It searches a wing with other

until it cuts it with chisel

MAIASTRA

Water if pouring above

would caress me with shadow

DODIE

You give yourself in night to devil

and in the day to man

You don't know

slave of woman

THE SCULPTOR

If I kindle forest

the ax cuts fire

MAIASTRA

They claim selves from dead

I keep them in fates

with a boiled feather

in juice of dead women

DODIE

soul of copper

red at mane

desert and alive

naked and rebellion

into eternity

a night at the mill

Young old

on one side

Flied

entire

MAIASTRA

clouds wash me

day awakes me

DODIE

as old pairless

as new dewless

climb the peak

to escape grave

MAIASTRA

I'll die a while

to call me more

to forgive me

 among girls

to throw me

from babes

to fly me

from horizon

eyes up

I snatch

ZODODIE

DODIE

late childhood

early oldhood

MAIASTRA

From a hand on side

I remain only master

And I miss

match maker

DODIE

weddings on fates

bridges on dead

MAIASTRA

Birth better

from me

DODIE

No Maiastra plays

to mister in beard

MAIASTRA

From tale news

from news lives

DODIE

from old venter

of parent

MAIASTRA

My walk isn't

as my soul is

DODIE

My son isn't

as Jiu is

Jiu isn't

as my son

MAIASTRA

My death isn't

as my part

DODIE

My part isn't

as my death

MAIASTRA

my century isn't

as my flying

DODIE

I haven't flying

as my century

MAIASTRA

My longing isn't

as my flying

DODIE

My flying isn't

like my longing

MAIASTRA

my fate isn't

as my gate

DODIE

my gate isn't

as my fate

MAIASTRA

My dodii aren't mute

and not silent my zodiac

DODIE

No silent zodiac

that my dodii are silent

MAIASTRA

Dodiile zodiile

zodiile dodiile

DODIE

Zodiile dodiile

dodiile zodiile

KERALA LEOPARD (Purva, scherzo, uttara)

It rained last night of summer

at Christmas the banana tree

that I constrained the loves

both with dodii and with weeping

the long eye of bruise,

threefold Himalaya

like the trouver like a Persian

the pervert neoteric,

like an inn and bamboos grove,

like the trochee broke from iamb,

like a sylph with syphilis

of canzona and abyss,

like forgiveness and Madonna

butchering my corona,

like a dead on purpose

snowed by wedding's requiem,

like a bull too of gold

in a tramping of centaur,

like the South's Ganesh

with no oldman's tooth

I said all the little day

and you didn't hear my play

then lunch after tea

to friends still on.

Through the window how Kerala

my souvenir is mandala

that I was anaerobe slave

to its traces  chips

the hill broken ants

gathers me in matrices 

calendar in two dunes

greened in prayer.

You see dancing nothing

with friend sky on cloud

on the leper slow laurel

girl's smoke in ravines.

The fever of other prince

licked the copy of basalt

as tongue wouldn't snow in vices

unscrutinized on hedgehogs

the shadow of total breast

other cheek profile waves

milk bank eternally unsucked

   stoned by underground.

I didn't see woman yesterday

of forgiven caresses,

I didn't get Keralian leopard

from an eye with weep downstream,

I didn't walk with Tibetan steps

at the girl with many boys

and so to catch you

with a revolver in bindi,

the music fishing

between your fingers.

Stones, shatras and godmothers,

only desert block rock,

the slab searches tankard

midget wound's absence -

up on branch a monkey

she unfetters his louses,

he thrusts her three times

cube of thrills she cries,

claws nape squeeze,

hairs sizzle through grove,

again thrust, back scratching

still more thoroughly,

that rubs loch

as looks to the two,

it trembles the fifth scene

drinking tea semen

delousing some like

with kids alike,

 plush flint wets

the rock with white,

that coupling band jumped

in the tree that side,

again he in she is boons,

the candles of resurrection,

grains of lunch

under bamboos crests.

Kids lick, female suckles,

he brushes her on a side,

red sharpen breasts

with amazed gaps,

cleared woods and tails

of empires you knot again.

Dear reddish sister,

knit more with claw

licked copies from Sarnath,

the cry flea -

the monkeys allowed me

out of respect for my lyre,

while you heated

with ashes on Cris,

if you knew that I'll die

masturbatory on stone,

listen also to finances

genetic calm throwing die,

whore in verse of rhombic  bamboos,

fist in chest on rustic button,

that you stretch with two sons

with father with ointments,

that you wing adultery

down to Cerberus,

at paroles with laymen

seizing their hallucinations

so that I dismounted

peacocks at least singing.

Through twilight of rose itch

the paranimph caress me,

my left knee is on hearse

and on her navel -

I have inner reasons

with keeping in mind,

I have from education

an aspect of grace

when my knee wrap up

in auroral navel:

give me Christian knee

gnawed tusk and shaved ass,

I will turn the beataxe

virgin with flower cunt.

Other furrow's ray in dance

in the knees keeping balance  -

well, madam, that i died

and your land I loved.

She draws Sprie stone

and resurrects my vein

in that flower broke in long

with you to get striped.

Smoke to memory a sheepfold,

wolfed on a side,

in hidden deserts

my girl to appear,

with her my eye to tear out

and also to hit my mouth,

hosting also a bullet in lips

bored by lock.

I swear lost to shoot myself

to this night's draught -

the agony in pencil

and little has remained

as a baptismal in Gange

as ashes in a hook

grounds of pocket

that i drank with hand

if I'd have give it to beggar

I would have get mangalam.

Mind hiccoughs  its slobber

with hope of pellicle

planet under bar

undulating python -

it isn't paint in painting,

ox in field and field in ox,

in to vault you strain on me

lantern with two bulbs,

extinguish a bulb, to geisha give

your check on what you saw

only dead to resurrect

with lungs like vineyard 

 of me to take hold

with tear and more

NEW YORK RAMAYANA

F 09

do cover over unjoining

panic’s anima kama to Rama

Shiva laments to nonwidow Rathi

he knows his song don’t weep him you orant

god made us you gave us birth

I still should turn on what side

rooted in mother land

you’ll put me to recite chalisa

mother Seeta abducted to garden

SEETA

(im)maculate abduction

under abducting myth

time to you impasse

failed abduction father

mother in united cult

Madhura Magdala

I came to senses

Ramayana in New York

Elisaveta Yasodara

ABDUCTION METHOD

abducted Seeata Rama

Lakshmana absent

not so Hanuman

predators of virtue

opposed to sandals

witnesses of killing

abduct me soul cries to god

abduct me bred temptation is translated

crush yourself on abducting time wheel

ABDUCTED

America is Ravana Seeta is the abducted

world Rama didn’t change himself

our mother is of godhead

dearer dearing Seeta

is neither Radha in Vraja

nor Savitri resurecting the dead

permission Krishnaits Savitrins

I pray to God’s Mother for Seeta

I pray to Seeta for God’s Mother

ABDUCTED

in study own salvation dance the goodness

abducted Rama himself  in person of loved Seeta

Seeta salvating herself mountain and weapons

God loves also the one he kills

Bali the killed Ravana Vidu

dropped by foliage folklore composition

God kills also the one he loves

kills himself turns into resurrection

the beggar begs us to pass through him

TO MOTHERS’ MOTHER

I’ll miss the unheard departure to Lanka

 for the sake of an inspiration as I missed

mother abducted in beatings by father then both

I’ll miss the plane for New York

for mature Amsterdam caught in

justice improvised by somnolence

I’ll miss the dead’s gratitude

for  a former life razed at interior

order like now in disorder

KALI

Kali more Seeta more Mary  more Radha

stringing our heads on thread from a

birth on forefathers’ darkness

lost in my death’s birth

I pray to you killing nascency

for keeping our hearts to spring

I bow to inconceivable overbelieving

in graces of god and of the abductor

loosing themselves  in our growth

GLORY TO THE CANCER

let Radha teach us forest’s way

Savitri pulling also us out

of cutted tree sculptured Maiastra

glory to mother’s cancer to father’s paralysis

for you to pray for their birth

we stick to you anonymous immigrants

prayer of prayers to mothers’ mother

to Rama to Hanuman

in the garden of Christ’s Mother

GANESH

the will of receivers of abducted women

hidden by Ravana’s gardens

at once Ganeshan incompleteness

Ganesh in America should be the theme

the cutted time like tusk of Ganesh

the son in stories of ours

in Indian Ocean on Africa in Atlantic

in Thai also gulf in tsunami

Hanuman strnghtened me in courage

BALL

it snows blackly ball on meninx

no courage I have to photograph

to run from America to Iraq

white pillar to Gertz Plaza mall

well that I forgot the white tie

well that I have black shirt

even the sun left me incest

where the psychosis propped me

from trees’ ornaments

ARNAM

arnam Brahma food is god

Sri Chinmoy played fifteen instruments

then silent meditation and dvds shared

dinner with roses on questionnaire I wrote

close to god through songs and

still more through resulting silence

pandit that a writer at phone

first time no then already yankee

in New York only for Ramayana bhai

PAX RAMAYANICA

global Ravanic terrorism

the old one makes pranayam at tea

dios del fuego balck pyramid

with never a cloud in the skies

may every moment of sadness

prove only a joy in disguise

no one religious sum spiritual

spirituality unites religions

persons of divine revelation

SHAPE

there are animals better than humans

Ravana could have been killed only by monkeys or men

Hanuman embodiment  of Shiva guru of the universe

neither I believe in god

this is god’s mistake not mine

his grace didn’t want to come into my life

without Hanuman’s help one can’t be Rama’s devotee

right guide monkey shape also Brahma could be

at coronation in Ayodhya all monkeys take human shape

MERRICK

no standing anyway but I’m wet

after all cherries on Hook Creek

back Eldorado’s Lal with Lalan

under this bridge the woman gives  birth to war

with sin toward peace Merrick past

rain’s cruise do not lean on door

I write myself Ramayana orthodox Easter

in gospel Seeta Mary shed magnolia tree

the girl gets down before library

LATIN

electrified tables for computer

small girl looking to paradise’s dictator

Latin Gutmberg’s annoteted bible

Quintus Smirnaeus The Fall of Troy

John Quinn The Man from New York

Iliad war Ramayana dharma

go in as much America you want get back

from secundary citizenschip unslept sleep

reading room as as a  stadium NYPL

DRAGO

Drago shoe repair extrogenius Dracula

by grace of god who is Rama shanti

seriocomic extreme the god of hell

rain by window of theatrality

flood over New Yorker Ganesh

his tween tusks went to the dogs

harder than New York neither pork I retort

girls left themselves on Archimedes’

pouring on them golden ware from thunder

PANDIT RAM LALL

Pandit Ram Lall doesn’t advise Indians to come

in America no what to do here any talent

is bought home is more recognized

Chand colleague with them rich and how cold

anybody how his nature is fair he is claming

seniority to me I am older uncle John Ion

all artists in the second line sri Ram Tulsidas Valmiki

great men pandit’s dream to bring Ramayana in

New York Hanuman Chalisa sanathana dharma

RAMARAJA

divine aesthetics at sarod distinguished yogi Chinmoy

silence  small conversations seem cries I still write you

whip of silence empire garland calypso

urge carry his sitar he leaves no applause

big word sacredness of the conference sin of difference

religious and communist zones materialist countries have no future

Ramaraja ideal love for people more than for self

Ravanaraja Mary put by pope to distroy nonchristianity

Rama in Shiva Rameshvara Shiva param guru

WHAT ELIADE WROTE TO ME

famous carbonization of lightning the black squirrel

I translated to you what Eliade wrote to me you are more

than America unfried potatoes lost libido

 entering  the movie I decoloured myself postcatholic fresco

nails in eyes beaks in tree bark

who perspires let fighting woman be filmed by Giordana

mulish money caps irritated Tartaria the imitation

of forest instead of fiends  dancing their crucification

who kills Medea’s children from America to Colchida

OPUSCULE

the self in Hanuman’s house reciprocal

knowledge through war beheaded present

having not rest from havy armies

the distance from centre frontier  people

fish of real blood shadow

look at your alpine slope wormwood

nuts in oak trees white flowers

god take me again at singing

minuscule opuscule New York Targoviste

 TIRASPOL

Draculia’s Cyberia gone down geography

countries at morgue the oblivion in front of fairies

refused identity in mirror with poppies

too many killings all around inside

the blood of own shut dead ones

tell me who kills you and I’ll tell who you are

with whom you accompany you aren’t in Pitesti any more

on small is beautiful a hydrogen bomb

Sumatra Romania at Brandemburg gate

Geoachimo checkmates the anonymous in 1619

Boscolo on Alfieri aridity to delight for nobody

submarine jumps the ocean Fidelio in Tiraspol

PELASGIC  STATUES

grey fingerprins on dead’s tea

gallows the half cross string of belladonna

thirsty stones sympathy to Sindbad

from forests forefathers to the descendents of absence

pelagic statues in party of carbide

alarms enrich our repertory

postRomanian tirade to bird silence

the frogs outstripping our flooded libido

who helping you not but gloriously crippling  you

stealing your patience leaving you down

awakening you reluctantly stay still with whom

said I to speak any more  what language

REDEEMED NEW YORK

we translate between us breath’s identity

illustrate our reclusion in obsessionless reverie

have place almost all in own America

and will explode in a Sarmatian notice

the trance of troubadour wagtail plaice  wings

our leaf will still grow to recognize us

elephant head from a tooth resonance energy

extraordinarily to call me martalog

ubiquitous exile local people in gallows

crosslike threads first thing I castrate you

spread charisma dialectic litter

in cinmantonic dreams redeemed New York

THE CIVIL MARRIAGE

if I wouldn’t kept with the cow I would flown away

firman fireman l’uomo non vive soltanto con pane

eating of Christ neither secret self forgetting

less France l’ouvrier polonais a big devil

theves job to steal state job to catch them

oil in Moldova is poorest but best

distillery too many refineries in Romania

Petromidia hasn’t to do it is for Arabian countries

overture to Raghuvamsa opera in Pârvu Rosu

smoke’s noise ash diaspora on sabbat’s water

penknife de Marseille with button on back bench

confidentially I’ve finished the novel civil marriage

SOLAR DYNASTY

at Ayodhya reigned Dilipa Raghu Aja Dasaratha

Rama avatar of Vishnu and more 24 solars in 19 cantos

from Raghuvamsa by Kalidasa to be pastisched with Manu

his son toward son serving Nandini heifer from Surabhi

on Sindhu he conquered husbands of blushing Huna women

thousands of camels and mares carry treasure received by Kautsa

beings lighted from sun lamp from lamp son from son

land to the feet of royal duty milked sky

Indumati gives birth to Dasaratha thousands years pass

Ravana persecuting the gods then Rama from Kausalya

Bharata from Kaikeyi twins Lakshmana and

Satrughna from Sumitra reincarnate Vishnu

VALMIKI

in the navy Pushpaka from Lanka to Ayodhya he shows to Seeta

Malyavat Pampa Chitrakuta Ganga Yamuna Sarayu

political slander on her stay in stranger’s house order

to Lakshmana to leave her on Ganges when pregnant

the sons Kusa and Lava taught by Valmiki Ramayana

to sing to their father at horse sacrifice killed Sambuka

he will receive Seeta back if she will prove pure

to her subjects she mortgages and her mother earth  embraces her

ruined was Ayodhya after death of Rama

Adhidevata calls in dream Kusa at reign

his bracelet slips in water Sarayu and naga

Kumudvati returns it together with her hand

THE SMALL MOTHER OF SON-IN-LAW

dedication sounds for Alexandra-Maria Victor

and pandit Ram Lall in tune with our New

York Ramayana first cover you on screen

last the pandit from index his walls only diplomas

over ministery at Stavropoleos who at weddings more kingly

than  Brancoveanu to jubilate obvious anturium

Plata didn’t transcribe her postValmiki discours

neither Kadamban nor Tulsidas gayatry in Rig Veda

Kalidasian providence tomorrow you bride were born

these days I would versionate in English libretto

of other opera direction of waiting until wedding big parents

of daughter- in-law much will dance you small mother of sun-in-law

ADDRESSES

the octopus’  skeleton in hump of comparisons

I call first auditions from Ramayana of self chase

they pretendedto be fools for living as wanted

feminity symbol beyond sinful freedom

relif of torture is something in nature of things hemlock

when taking opium chicks shine English the

most tubrcular country treated with laudanum

in movies a death is more beautiful than another

Greek land is made out of Aromanians

from god we come in god we return

and I forget slowly Latin any town is full of addresses

lost fractal vowel genesis consonant extinction

 Other Poems in translation

               on the next day

on next day I ran to the mill

listening its beating I hadn’t

even a fist of flour and the meal

you remember rats ate it

how we killed all in wedding night

twelve they were and had stolen dishes

in a hole near cold oven nay

eleven as the twelfth went

under piglings’ hogsty and finding

match oh how we killed them

with younglings how we caught also fox

in cellar I met a serpent

but I had pity to kill it

why so woman god left

if a madman digs cellar

you’re mad too if leave serpent

he wasn’t so mad poor fellow

he never mixed with any until

let him now madman died

and we remained who put you

I didn’t think when my clock rung

to become orphan I had got old 

a grandson swung in cradle

a rain started to pour

covered court and house hall

entered garden cradle got cold

grandson followed lightning

to meet at once my father

and falling his ancestor he ran away

over pound courtlike but gardenless

let snake lie let thank god

woman come in mind now your house

increased and deserted feeds

flees of god’s lit summer 

it was a night only light

wolves ate sheeps in forest

and good father on their trace passed night

bringing in village halves of sheeps and ewes

bow before foreign woman

beauty you understand the word

see is a whisper from heavens

for your ignorant hearing

perhaps I am cursed so

my love be ushered in all rooms

and resound up to mountains peak

but seeming not understandable to you

you know also translators opposed me

and lie by now under my white flags

dead man woman you have nobody alive

tortured by hate the buried kin

listen don’t guard so much

soon hunger will ugly you

as beauty hungers you today

why destiny would rest indebted

to you only from sons  disappeared empire

your forgiven brother alone gave his death

before he’d order in your language

to live more in memory of all

Zalmoxe is named your son

if you’ll conceive I put custom

all you fellows to bear names

given before and so dearly dreamt

Zalmoxe call him tell Zalmoxe

and come to senses don’t forget

Zalmoxe mark in your mind

and break yourself as if this

is your gift from my love

Zalmoxe is your gift Zalmoxe

this is enough to know in winners’ language

nobody would talk to you

on behalf with name of Zalmoxe

don’t cry don’t Zalmoxe

be his birth giver be Zalmoxe

don’t perish Zalmoxe

resurrect yourself Zalmoxe

throw devil’s mask

throw devil’s mask

 he crosses self

glues face of demonic face

shadows thicken he grins at them

tears up his face shadows thicken

then he play to them a pantomime

throwing mask

throwing his face

pillar breaks in his hand like bread

cuts sun’s mask in forest

bark furrowed by faces

mask glued by broken pillar

cutter cuts it in shapes

shadows manifests  in Hades

cut him at paradise’s gate

cut up god

first around saint decibels

my face got covered in a dream

I have cut tree mask maker bark

pillar with mask on face

ghosts imagine

black mask on white body

devil Salomea laughs

he had cut Ion’s head

devil laughs cut head

on a skinned pillar

the cut on whited

devil weeps on rot of paradise

cuter throws him

mask maker don’t speak to him

mask maker is cuter

but pillar falling

face falls at earth

buried by saint ghost

no mask maker no cuter

only shadowing body

under shadows of décor

he shows all décor of some surrounding

and extinguishes extinguishes extinguishes to be stronger 

god don’t light candle

in capillary masks’ skull

that a child in front of him rises

when didn’t cut neither woods nor in bark masks

you to await in mask in wood await

and world’s strongest falls again on mask

don’t let pillar fall for badly would hit him

he was dreaming manly on weeks

mountains traveled by a colombina

broken of love and she was of wood

born from passionate flesh

to be loved firstly with eyes

sweetheart sweetheart sweetheart

he was manly dreaming sweetheart

and in forests traveled with axe

and cut perfect trunks

up to blameless pillar

his axe became mute from before

and they started up on a side

above where forest weren’t

oh if axes would be heard singing

over heavenly silence mirrored in pitch

if they would be heard and they aren’t

and they run and at once fall asleep

beyond a tree axe takes shape of serpent

and whistles only for forest’s virgin

whistles beautifully that fruits fall

in flute’s bed by cuter followed

if axes would be heard singing

he dreamt to awake from dream

mask maker had parted from sorrow

he remained to whistle to that shape

perfumed saint mother

with saint child who from saint ghost whines

but he doesn’t heard him sights fly

and descend only for babe

is perhaps she babe and perhaps whines

of her longing when was saint

like now but another time

with god at face

mask maker sold his masks

forest shaved its cutting

perhaps is time you come

but how with shadows Christ

 a child is in player’s being

and one near him less wept

us to weep or one from up to weep us

and perhaps man of secret laments by heart

good-for nothing connoisseur beautiful child

a cuter on this world still existed

and in heavens climbs rumble of forests cut down

and axes beat not to get roots

in world’s hearing the wept by lord

mask maker walks softly like in dream

to wear his last mask far away

between flutes deadly deafening

mask maker I play he played in last mask

black he surround himself by demon

red in wept eye trembles

feces submerge in forests

cut by wood cutter

before to discover the abyss

his life didn’t end

or he didn’t live his end

he scattered his mask namely

to follow it himself until meet it

and demon smiles to him at crossroad

cutter’s pillar rises

on way where angel had fallen

why wouldn’t be cheerful mask maker

when his mask flutters unblackening itself

with eyes in golden sight

rejoice even in you would rest

ghost what ghost you patched

in ox’ skin in lamb’s fur

in pork’s hair in coal

enjoy you mask maker

and he doesn’t he made it to me

prayer to gladden me

when I’ll play him also author was

at face but this had broken a hand

see how man broke his hand like bread

he said I intern my hand in hospital

it is worth to go to hospices

at once with your demiurgic hands

demons flow from fingers

and said go and see what people

gathers believing that I harlequin

doctor will come to heal them 

from a movement of eyebrow

a tale with a mask maker I asked from him

and his last mask

he took our word

didn’t decide himself and let me free

for he was thinking to a child

carrying  mask full of fear

he turned it in profile

it was an axe to cut

had teeth saws

beat it child

to put it on my face

and take it out and play

he says to me

I want to die under mask ravished

to bury him burying me

and mask immortal laughed wept

face profile my face

I am afraid to let it in palms

how afraid am I of a cut palm

 venerable faces you still remember

masks of the old

mask maker and cutter parted

mask alone shined

it makes mask maker’s face

cudgel grows body

saints peels off ghosts

then poor starts poor it

From mill

from mill toward village a half

of kilometer unloaded rambles

a man returning from town

far off as Fagaras Mountains

he looks it’s night says nothing

speaks what speaks deals

with a woman unseen if she threats

 him for in sleep is dripping wet of sweat

he doesn’t start to right as churches wait for him

on left unrotated earth stops him

he still to mill feels going

but wouldn’t grind his bones dear

will it indeed enter something his hand

or in vain we wait him to strain in basket

firstly he thinks himself barefoot loving dust

his cloths fall cranium remains

on it wind thoughts to thin him

until it will dispel living flour

he tries trees if not shot into ears

he wants in arms mother in arms wit small child

he wants with his ribs to root side

better than dead in world mill

light off he will preserve in window

for so much he asks a life from branch

only that branch sends him to not stay

alone grinding mill on bad weather

hey did you take your salt birds are

ready eggs to knead bread

come on dead village loves you in dead mill

flour in sack also I for what mouths to carry

from mill towards village looks Gica

through wave of wheel he feels is moving

and sometimes even walks among men

by bald miller dismissed

they all with eyes to a horse at once

from palms beat when its limb undo

miller turns his had

to know who didn’t applaud his horse

while there reckoning Gica

laughed as cartilage in horse doesn’t quite pull

oh what a pleasure life as it is

if he could live it in world mill

cigarettes formerly smoked on pool’s bank

sparkle nets with fishes on bottom 

saline blows in them from under ground

beheaded moving loch’s taste

fried to roll it in stripe of meal

like in heated room what a life

               MAROC PATERNELLEMENT

pourquoi allez-vous à Rome

bottines cirées Casablanca

le train ira à Marakesch

le temps est dessiné à l’envers sur la montre

non-inclinés parents au murmure du cornouiller

Dieu nous mène où bon Lui semble

des mobiles sur la musique musulmane

redevable à l’Italie comme tous les sujets de Trajane

pour rêver le repos cerisier je prends

la clé des champs le chagrin perdu pour l’indifférence

condamnable euphorie d’avant la tombe

un souvenir ou deux entre l’archipel

peut-être tu es un bateau m’emporter par là

car ici je m’emporte moi-même en blanchissant bonjour

longobardes lombardes vandales andalousites

bistritsa de bistrots s’agenouillant en orthodoxe

encore une plaie fleurissant dans une peinture

de Delacroix je dessine des équipes volantes

sur la terre de Casablanca

des nuages blancs je m’appelle Anca

………………………………………………

ceux ci lisent de moi

de droite à gauche

les lettres

non pas les mots non pas les pensées

je tourne le dos à la raison

des hommes la face vers

la prière opposée

crépuscule nuage blanc

j’ai photographié mon ombre

échappé à la patrie

je veux mourir enfant de ma mère

caille marocaine

ALILUION

Fernando in Lunfardo

coupa santa bardo

en la barba en el tango

Jorge dries for Elena

the gipsy girl’s tear

poppy pampa face

azul on all fours jazz

bandoneon

 band of Ion

tango in sleep

bardo beard of Tagore

en catalan y provencal

left in hoary wall

milonga burt me all

melancholy extol

aliluion all o’ Ion

guitar in Pantelimon

on foxtrot & cancion

I call you on phone

from a chameleon

satyricon sanskriticon

Sergiu by pen

extracts my cerumen

sanatana grain

VEIL

moon ship

drowns sword

ah afraid am I of moon

crazy caravel

veil danced

bullet’s weave

 

bride from bride

ray armour

swims heart

minimum anima

fugue milonga

tango conga

pace grazes

horse relics

grass gun

gulps down

don’t dance again

veil sword

posse sympathy

vitriol revives

in needles berreta

quickly Margareta

don’t leave awa’

gaucho opera

young old

amour I murmure

glance race

on moon’s cross

veil sets free

grass on scythe

DRAGON

you swept stage

 sea arena

pairs the sand

with no love

girl boys are

dragons’ sons

don’t enamour

to son anchor

dance yourself

verse yourself

combatant

on the toes

mother hears of

 other nymphet

as swept

tyrant sole

keep your breath

sea breaths you

kill any

dragon many

in Spanish

in Creole

in cabaret

at concert

ANGEL

angel angeliono angelicatta of orange trees

pair to self dances sings recites tango

haiku without people but la cumparcita over dictator

it’s in vain doctor you listen Net King Khole

Maria Anghel ah Yamini Krishnamurti

tandava Raja Reddi wife daughter

at mill at Făgădău in Moulin Rouge

Mireio in Maillane Fausto in Colon

doctor in vain you listen Net King Khole

compose Rumi the music for the unwritten

embraced icon vergin

Vincent van Gogh d’Indy d’Onofrio

sapphire violet blossoms Parma

Vincent van Gogh d’Indy d’Onofrio

doctor you listen in vain Net King Khole

make paces Pasi vero on paper milonga

heart Sicily Tasmania Tierra del Fuego

pirouette the last spiral inferno

only now through angels China

in vain you listen doctor Net King Khole

IN MILONGA

in milonga in Cobia

puberty tango

with monastery girl

in Buenos Aires

in arena’s arms

in bramble pea

brambleberry harevest

over leg of ears

the sun rises

mother tango

Orzari Ferentari Berceni

wind me tender

with closed eyes dumbing

old whisper my little eye

now only tango

tango hamlet tango townlet

tango silver suburb

what Paris didn’t see

 how we cured of cancer

how we join La Plata

in milonga in Palermo

in gallery with Sciascia

under Calcutta’s bunyan

in parolace in blood

in tango

 

DO

do bring horse bring me

mad Thule

clay heart

chess amour swell

he doesn’t bear

my paces forfeits

killing foetus

of old guard

  

su spina

or dictates

nervousness

broken jugs

dance on legs

you fall on back

horse

to bear

lasso colossus

pityless

mangle me

ruminate me

mujercita

mioriţa

compose me

dance me

dance pawn

on pole throne

re patron

port on Rhone

we will flower auras

you harvest us Moor

we will fade as bulls

corpses of Moors

NEFERTITI & BORGES

 clouds’ pyramid

dribbles

 rains’ face

 your face

eyes almonds

unhappy

Nefertiti

may be not she

may be not you

tigerless Jorge

defoliated horse

exorbitated  Pharaoh

pam-pam pampa

sweetheart

Nefertiti

 you dance spiral

parainfernal

Beatricean

cin-cin ocean

she may you may

olvido

Ovid

retractile tact

pace the act

pyramid dribbles

figure on figure

cloud on cloud

tango on tango

when you’d wash

weep face Nefertiti

Jorge dragon

in milonga longa

Retold verse

Friday, September, 3, 2004. Back from Buenos Aires - see prohibition of Latin script in Voroninistan -, I have to go out of house, with this old laptop – gold and bronze but argentum for Argentina – lacking Romanian script, and so using another kind of language, playlike, translating excerpts. To start with the end, gaucho-tango notebooks are already out of touch, too, like myself as selfobjects. What way to feel what?

Transbudhvana transcribes from The Buddha and others. Here still less. Why? Pedantry? Survival? Pass to Maiasra then, to dodii. Again? Just instead of reviewing Tharoor’s Nehru. Such escapism, final. Take from references injuries and translate - trans-/Dneister. Recognition may be clarified inentionally. No novels, just novelty of selfrecognition, at last. Nobody cares, Sakuntala-Argentina (changes again Europe!). One word.

               Morocco after father

Morocco has on back cover a photo of my father between his father and mother. Here is for the first time written this, to be known. In fact, I searched vainly Dietrich’s and mine staying at table in Maillane bistro Progress. I am not sure he escaped in troubadours land like others in Latin America. Well, caballeros, I am looking forward to finding an exile in my own writings, some of them, unknown, unrecognizable, unfoundable.

Annie suffered not to have said something of Freud but for being repulsed why that, after feeding us and giving books to kids and retreated. Founding chronicles and portraits of presidents all offended even cocarde  in hands of bored inventors, in horns of bulls at once. The mayor and Vercingetorix voted one way but collages flooded on to Fisher aesthetic further, surely so mythems  in widowed homosexual, exposed valachianly.

Southern –sur – drinking of strong wine with corrida meat, but troubadour got blindness from juntas if we may compose endlessly odes to gnomes, words for hallucinations, suspended rotten palomitas. Own south, spring in February Provence, September Patagonia. This machine is for cutting uneducative  writings, Le Pen for children, may I, adult, have, no permitted, no large vision for blind, no all Romanian music at sight as some may be given to borrowers, God give them happiness and to their families and pleasant Camargue joc.

Vamos, Samos. From the characters of vast omission you gathered on high with a carabine. You hit yoga, hit Eliade, you hit ahimsa, hit Gandhi. More you escape with life, with medal from criminal. Maldoror, Gardel. When one enters your head you make it that happens. I kept your wife hot. I dreamt I were arrested on a text of posted terza rimae. I greet you, herr doctor, the train is coming if you are not even late. Afrca, salesman.

If I were girl I were married with the richest. If she had an elder sister. She is my cousin sister and is like my sister, I can’t refuse her. At 18 with two children, so I like it, bet she takes an Italian. Americans have the right to disappear. On traces of Leon Panteleev. No one Romanian in own blood. Kill us to relax us if even us haven’t cares, expansion eastward. You didn’t start with you combustion of repression in abyssal cascade.

I even loved peoples I applauded the silence. It lived well until suicide, it remained little from grace of longing. You, killer, blocked Olt depresses me with drowned envied that something could happen to them, a life hardly to be recognized, hardly we great each other. Country not country neither government nor Americans back into village sword in scabbard grave. Unwillingly we renounce to identity with indigenous knowledge.

Urgent anthropological research Ranchi symposium to take you to a tribal village which I am sure you will enjoy. People loves you if you have enemies. We travel in alchemist inertia. Only weak faith seeks big things. All my existence an occasion of poor writings. In this war we have not permission to fight. Province of solitude, province of renunciation, Thracians exiled in Montana. What you have done for me by actualization of Antonescu and bringing to Florence of my paper on Brancusi that means you did celebrated me.

Abhijnana anagnorisis. Vezuvius erupts in Petronius. Vague Wagner agni. God brings us where he wants. I walked barefoot in dream like this lunatic woman in medina. Sight of god in jama el fna. I came to see a criminal I thought you have no time – I have. What distinguishes me from this sea girl, perhaps what distinguishes him from the ocean. Such a white bird that didn’t shadow me anymore. The butterfly whited us undressed us of negritude.

You have no choice no things no tears of poet Morocco. Are you writing to journal mister – no miss I am writing books. Drawings by Miloudi Nouiga. I almost renounce to search the criminals. Even in mirror to don’t follow the poet of Marrakech. Father after Maroc three years later between Ladea and Buzinschi unto the meaning Trinidad after mother. We resembled we were near dear I imagine myself Muslim with no crucifying.

(Twice mistaken and spoiled,sunny mad nightmare, counter selected by destruction. No more Maiastra in dodii and Transbudhvana, and full day and wish out of existence. This be a sacrifice from side of the restricting fate, on theme prayers of parents are the best. Trying again what, perhaps chess).

               Maiastra in dodii

Very animal is the war, and captain called Grigorescu, like our godfather (with cross painted by father, followed in the job by alcoholic painter), but fanfare started tears of not being him. Look at dead brother snake, and brother’s father died because he didn’t go to war but crushed by a tree he was carrying, what good should have been the endwar for him.

We the children of dead children

have also other rest

than life after death

our love for our mother

while she takes our life

for making the king suffer

Two tragedies, the child adds, one that Mister  Sergiu Al-George died, and second, at Qutab Minar, the light extinguished and thirty children died; if he wouldn’t go to Bucharest, it could happen also here, to all of us it will happen, also to you and to me.

My being in this world is a bullet.

Transbudhvana

I am afraid of what I kill. Why does God kill Man? Death does it saying, God give me something to do.

Nine elephants are lined up in the East Our daughter struck by lightning. In the mountains, I will make for you a real mountain – I’ll take snow and I’ll make it.

Light of the day you are for ever

we are those who die

hold you master maiastra in the sky

washed by the storms your divine bridge

bent over the seas toward horizon with

wings made by me

I’ll balance my journey in the heavens

and in my arms I’ll carry the icon of

your apparition

We love you under the tree of life.

Put me down in the application as a reference, your friend on the falling trapeze. I am back in Buenos Aires. Venice was the nearest we approached to you. I was just wondering if you are interested to work in Buthan. Today there is strike in the bank. Comme vous, je vis pauvrement. No one can escape by realizing the tragedy of the poem.

in love let fall the ghosts

in the leaves of aloe

as to be recognized

by female sorrow

which have to give birth

to dying mask of Shiva

(Plan over?). Some failed readings. Retold what? Trivia.

You’re a stomach like me you’re a bullet. Fear of death in another place than writing. If you feel dying every day death bored like you. Be wise in any language clever synonymy.  Why do you write in English no more Romanian. No matter of language no matter of meaning. Fishing solitudes enlarged by prohibitions. Everything you have to say is for yourself. In our lives we see the best of us in others. Indeed is a wonder to get born and die later. By suffering I understand mainly to be happy. This is the chapter of Buddha Eminescu.

               In Recognition

It was canceled the trip to Burns’ house. Ye Highlands and ye Lowlands. It rained in Borders bookshop. As many syllables in  Shantiniketa as in Salistea de Sus.

Hanuman is human

no like Gingis Khan

no Yankee American

neithar Janos nor Ivan

Dodii

throwing the mask

throwing his face

the pillar breaks in hand like bread

cut the sun’s mask in forest

bark furrowed by faces

the mask glued to broken pillar

the cutter cuts it in shapes

shadows manifestoes from Hades

he cuts it at paradise’s gate

up he cuts god

               Mamma Trinidad

Columbus went to India

and reached Trinidad

I came to Trinidad

and arrived in India

lovely but on Indians’ hand

mata ji Jasodara Ramsdeo however

had come to see me like mamma

 

               Mother Medea in Paris

Arhimedea. Astianax between Hastinapur and Hastings. The memory of mother Medea in Notre Dame. Mitterand. Gold, golden number in  destiny of our mother travelling on Argo. You’ll follow from now Mother Medea at Pa(ri)s.

               Fear of the Orient

O it’s long time

From May to December,

But time gets short

When you reach September.

               White Ants

puthi-katha oi poka

manushke jane boka

boy kena se ye cibye khaena

ei laga tor dhoka

               Buddha and the Colonel

Comrade Colonel, may I report you on a question?

before the dinner I added

well by zen one becomes Buddha

by revolution one becomes Judas

and Judas at dinner kissed Jesus

               La Gioia

A duality theorem for linear congruences.

               Poeston

Charlestown of Boston in Lincolnshire.

Christ scientist Edgar scientist Mrs. Eddy.

Charles Boston Nirvana of Edgar’s birth.

We like Boston

We were born there

And pehaps it is just

As well not to mention

That we are heartly

Ashamed of the fact

               Pelasgos

La crisis de los paradigmas. Discurso del sentido comun en la frontera norte.

Many thanks for your kindness in giving me a chance to read Rethimno guide.

I don’t mind a man runs away with a woman, but I am ashamed when this is my father, at his age.

               The Buddha

…ton ‘Parinior’ (from Parinirvana?)

…Try Parinior or Parinirvana during mother’s cancer in this or other chapter. Roc belonged to Rosincrucians,  India, and Eileen, then you all belonged to him.

…It is always nice to inaugurate.

               About George Anca

“I had gone together with poet Gheorghe Anca.” (Vasile Vaduva, 1971)

“an invitation to communion.” (Mihai Sora, 1973)

“A Giorgio Anca da Eugenio Montale 1973.”

“I thank you for 10 Indian Poems.” (Mircea Eliade, 1978)

“…correspondence, monad, regarded initially as in Baudelaire and rediscovered in Eminescu’s universe.” (Zoe Dumitrescu-Busulenga, 1973)

“…a remarkable young man, with a vigorous talent, and an impressive power of suggestion.” (Romulus Vulcanescu, 1973)

“I knew young Gheorghe Anca in hypostasis of poet and prose-writer, with pure sound and accent of originality in his generation… from today on…the third… namely the hypostasis of man of culture, of man of science, of literary critic and historian.”(Grigore Popa,1973)

“Gheorghe Anca writes beautifully, handles well information with romantic passion of an autodidactic, who discovers new worlds, has intuitions and observations of great finesse.” (Romul Munteanu, 1973)

“…the accomplishment of Mircea Eliade’s thought in youth to make Eminescu systematically known within Sanskrit world.” (Ioan Alexandru,1983)

“…restituendo, attraverso la lingua, il grande Eminescu alla cultura cui  - mediatamente o no – poeta tanto deve, sia della sua formazione spirituale, sia delle sue scelte esistenziali.” (Rosa del Conte, 1982)

“… a shanti workshop pleading for the awakening of the constructive spirit towards international peace” Ion Iuga, 1982)

“Prof. George Anca’s Gitagovinda is a remarkable transcreation of the haunting rhythm and melody of Jayadeva.” (Sisir Kumar Das, 1983)           

“Anca is a poet of thoughts’ fantesy. ”(Constantin Mateescu, 1984).

“George Anca’s rhyme to destructuring (and restructuring?) world we live in.” (Ioan St.Lazar,1994)

“…king of Dodias.” (Ioan Ladea, 1999)

“Gerge Anca is a writing machine who writes at a writing machine.” (Victor Nita, 1999) 

“…founder of a new style and, equally, of an original literary language.” (Ion Soare, 1999)

“This director Anca makes vary good things at Pedagogical Library.” (Sorana Coroama-Stanca, 2002)

“Gentlemen, George Anca is the creator of stylist snow.” (Veronica Anghelescu, 2000)

“In fact, either readers will not exist.” (Alex. Stefanescu, 2003)

“The volume of debut published by Gh.Anca proposes a poet with expressive lightenings, of sensorial source, in search of genuine state of communication with the universe: I invoke the love with a silk/until voids come to cover it/and to move it clearly, floating/shameful. The magic perception is often mimed through syncopation of communication, as if the poet would be an initiated in mysteries he can not translate them otherwise than through unusual combinations of words: Alienate yourself when know/how sleep came from down/being next day able to try/ the same breakable clay/for you didn’t lower living layers/ to the dust and it didn’t spin. From here to the throwing of word in any context according to prosodic reasons, it is but a step, which poet makes with no constraint: And they worked female cloth/and slept at evening like in alcohol/and the Girl’s body too far away naked/lost from their eyes, you elite. The verses aren’t however lackeing a candide freshness, which the author subordonate forcibly to an archaic mentality: Good at ugly with Serpent at neck/on bank unlocked by foot/the greening sweated. Sun on acorns pushed to catch you/reeds bent only in a part/a lotus in sky with underwater cloud, room owner. (Roxana Sorescu, 1980)

“1968 – Gheorghe Anca debuts with the placket of poetry of diverse inspiration, Invocations .It is retained the erotic lyric from the cycle Invocations to sweatheart and to waters, and especially poems of meditation, with naturist implications, from cycle Beyond the water of the dead.

1970 – It appears the novel Eres (Heresy), by Gheorghe Anca, prose in which oneiric-hermetic modalities, with fabulous-esoteric implications from contemporary literarure, reaches one of possible limit, beyond which it can not be continued.

1976 – It appears Poemele parintilor  (Poems of the Parents), experimental lyrics, aspiring toward meditation, on theme of profound ties, difficult to size, between parents and followers or between man an matrix space of forerunners. It resorts frequently to folkloric structures and motives.”. (Dictionar cronologic.Literatura romana, 1979)

“Sibylline, obscure is George Anca’s poetry.” (Florin Manolescu, 1968).

“Anca chooses as his departure point the magic spell.” (Tribuna, 1968)

“Gheorghe Anca seems a hermetic who ignores his own cipher.” (Nicolae Baltag, 1968)

“Gheorghe Anca has a maximum attraction toward the ambiguous.” (Laurentiu Ulici, 1968)

“Hallucinatory confession, ciphered up to the unintelligible, Eres Heresy) is a bizarre make of aphoristic sentences, oneiric evocations, fantastic and lyrical prose, an elliptical tale, an allegory complicated by total anarchy of notations. In an atmosphere of magic spell and charms, metaphorical cogitations are uttered, among oracular syntagmes and incantations with folkloric smack, there are insinuated cold existential precepts, contorsioned meditation on and condition of fulfilment of his desire to conquer the love." (Ion Butnaru, 1970).

”Gheorghe Anca proposes to combine the technique of hallucinatory retrospective of oneiric source, with that of proper autobiographical remembering, plan always perturbed also by nightmares.” (Nicolae Ciobanu, 1970).

“The Eres of poet Gheorghe Anca (Bucharest, Eminescu Publishing House, 1970) belongs neither to present nor to past. It belongs to future. It is a book in which the past is thrown over present, directly in the future, on the hallucinatory  trajectory of a Romanian tale from old, lived truly also by the author, and whose spiritual and cosmic dimensions are always projected forward, like a morganatic fairy after whom one runs, together with the poet, in a warm summer after-noon.” (George Alexe, 1971)

“Some poets adopted them (dodias) already – Marin Sorescu, Ana Blandiana and, very recently, Gheorghe Anca – and tried to surround those without borders, those which can not yet stay and, in the ultimate, those of coming times – synesthesies.” (V.G.Paleolog, 1976).

“George Anca is an investigator of unconventional poetical languages. He recuperates interstitial zones, without being necessarily a vanguardist for he lacks turbulence of terriblysm, being rather a scientist, a solitary, a modeler of labyrinths. One of the main directions of his poetics is the illogicality, the speech in dodii, which translates imperceptible both realities and words as much as to create the fringes of diffraction, that halo which constitutes the special attraction of children talk. In the verses of poet we meet all kind of anamorphoses (the world deformed after savant optic laws, perspectives from most unexpected points o view: of the inanimates, of natural forms, etc.) or permutations of words so unusual that they remember poetry created by computer.The zone of the ludic, of magic and folkloric repetitive is covered as well by poetry of Anca (Marian Popa speaks of “exceptional spontaneity of image by technique of fragment which is not less a galimatias”), twisted thaught and brut lyricism can not be dissociated, the verse engraves in memory as such, with its strange topic and all. Because Anca is also a perfect inventor of the form: his grammatical rocades, throbed but also vapory, produce the state of captatio, contribute substantially to the success of the whole. Spirit tortured by an authentic obscurity, Anca invokes and charms away things of the world just to make them to secrete their own obscurity as the snail its foam and plum trees their glue at joints: only so poet feels that he can communicate.”(Constantin Abaluta, 1998)

“In the Poems of the Parrents, recent volume by Gheorghe Anca, a simple thematic, of source strict sentimental, is submitted to some crisped formal experiments. Not my commodity as reader but the belief that poet complicates himself without anticipated results urges me to reproach his obscurity, forcing of the verse. I think an effort of clarifying lyrical waters should be salutary in what regards him. The intention, which I believe is impeded to realize just by this overbid of blurred metaphors, is to express in technique of folkloric lyrical incantations (dirges, magic spells,etc.) the belief that life of the present individual is written, determined by existence of his antecessors, that at the level of profound sensitivity unalterable communications between parents and sons take place. ‘I write everyday my book.//The forests shake villages/on earth in the autumn.//But autumn isn’t passed in the book/those pages were written before. //From mouth to mouth/under the earth/the old man/sends/the voice/of my today book/as an echo remained between ribs’ (The book)./…/

It can be deciphered in the verse of Gheorghe Anca a sort of exaltation in front of esoteric utterances, of unusual imagistic delirium, fascinatin of a play ‘in dodii’, out of which he tends to do, otherwise, a kind of personal aesthetics. His attempt of restructuration of the real in a flux of fragmentary, insinuating images end, not rarely, with a stammering simulating the reflection. (Dana Dumitriu, 1976)

“Writing a poetry of the intellect, always at the edge of popular poetic creation, Gheorghr Anca outlines a lyric territory for himself” (Petru Romosan, 1976)

“The broadcast Mioritsa of Saturday 8^th January was good, better than ‘Ode to Romanian language’ which included however an emotional moment Iorgu Iordan, better even than ‘Voices of modern art’ (a long discourse full of fine observations, of critic Dan Haulica), better… I am lying: it wasn’t a ‘better’ broadcast, but a good one – and I may explain why. It was so because it felt all the time that the author (Gheorghe Anca) is convinced that making of an emission of half hour at national posts of radio isn’t some pursuit but a work of great days. He chosen thus an important theme (Presnt time of ballad Mioritsa; but the title isn’t enough attractive), obtained the best collaborations (Dimitrie Cuclin, Zoe Dumitrescu-Busulenga, Grigore Moisil, Ovidiu Papadima, Mihai Sora, Grigore Popa, Adrian Fochi) and had care to be an emission, that is a construction, and not a depot of materials” (Florin Mugur, 1976)   

“With his five years long exposure to India and its cultural heritage, he evidently feels spell-bound and fascinated by its philosophical mysticism which unlike religious mysticism is only theoretical or speculative. In Ardhanariswara, several aspects of  love – experimental or real, transitory and eternal and mystic and worldly are delineated. The influence of Eminescu, Lautreamont, Baudelaire, Montale and Gunadin is also manifestd in his poems.

In his sharp new voice, Anca is pungent, discordant, airs disillusional passion and brevity of human life./…/

‘Parinior’ coined by writer to denote a utopian place is paradoxical because there he creates real life. It has theme, character and symbol setting in India.” (V.K. Gaur, 1982)

“Prof. Anca’s writings are at best described as reactions to his study of the Indian concepts and not as a support for Indian thought.” (Harish Kumar)

“I think that G. Anca is not one from those beati possidentes, he doesn’t possess his books but lets himself possessed by them, like in a crisis never surpassed, like a travail of an endless birth. Groan and convulsion of whose cod is just the show: the jungle, Niagara, typhoon, volcano, BIRTH…”(Mircea Santimbreanu, 1996).

“Belonging, by debut, to Generation of ‘70s – the wing of resuscitated modernism, the writer George Anca seems to live acutely the ‘dialectic’ of the postmodernism, in which the autochthonized  nostalgia meets the search of some alternative sources of spirituality, being added a ‘residual’, interstitial trust in literature.”(Dan Mircea Cipariu, 2000)

“Like Ahab in search of the white whale, poet scans the memory of Boston (for him Poeston) in order to find the grave of genius of American poetry, Edgar Allan Poe, but, due to computer error, he doesn’t find him: ‘Edgar Allan Poe born no more in Boston’ exclaim this disappointed.” (Daniela Iordache, 2001)

“Why Under Bell? Author himself would answer the best. In my perception, the bell could objectualize somehow his working ‘laboratory’, ‘submerged’ somewhere in own depths, to put light on the climbing: the place where ideas are conceived, thoughts are clarified, jewels are built. At the same time, it could be the bell of king Songdok (remembered in the pages of the book, with symbol value of Korean divinities, object decorated with masterly medallions figuring lotuses, flowers, flames and heavenly fairies. A true divine art. Under the sign of bell then…”

“George Anca is a writer unique in his kind (and unrepeatable). Originality in which he conceives his writings, mobility of spirit and legerity in changing register of different literary genres and subspecies confer to him a distinct authority. Luxuriant spontaneity of his verb, even this is often in derive, is counteracted by the other Anca – the subtle, the suave – who absolves him of his ‘wanderings’, sometime, however, sublime. A verse like this has mission to have saved him:  bird so white that/didn’t shadow me anymore “ (Ioan Mihut, 1999/2003) 

“If we’d interpret term apokalipse in its strict sense, we’d go with thought to the New Testament and to the end of world, an irreversible catastrophe. But the term Kali, included in title, sends us to mother Kali, known in Indian mythology under diverse names (Durga, etc), goddess-mother, protector, and, at the same time, also goddess of destruction, burst against the wrong. If we’d dissociate the title in other parts, Apo would send us to the shine of god Apollo, and Kalipso to the spell of nymph Kalipso from well-known 

Greek epic Odyssey. And perhaps as Kalipso retained Ulysses on her island time of seven years (according to others, ten) trying to convince him to marry her, so also India retained the author of ApoKalipse for a similar period, but with no effort to convince him to remain, rather out of author’s desire to know in profundity a world full of mystery which, when you believed you discovered it, it pulls, like the shy maiden, the veil of ‘maya’ “ (Carmen Leocadia-Cotovanu, 2001)

in cellar I met a serpent

but I had pity to kill it

why so woman god left

if a madman digs cellar

you’re mad too if leave serpent

he wasn’t so mad poor fellow

he never mixed with any until

let him now madman died

and we remained who put you

I didn’t think when my clock rung

to become orphan I had got old 

a grandson swung in cradle

a rain started to pour

covered court and house hall

entered garden cradle got cold

grandson followed lightning

to meet at once my father

and falling his ancestor he ran away

over pound courtlike but gardenless

let snake lie let thank god

woman come in mind now your house

increased and deserted feeds

flees of god’s lit summer 

it was a night only light

wolves ate sheeps in forest

and good father on their trace passed night

bringing in village halves of sheeps and ewes

bow before foreign woman

beauty you understand the word

see is a whisper from heavens

for your ignorant hearing

perhaps I am cursed so

my love be ushered in all rooms

and resound up to mountains peak

but seeming not understandable to you

you know also translators opposed me

and lie by now under my white flags

dead man woman you have nobody alive

tortured by hate the buried kin

listen don’t guard so much

soon hunger will ugly you

as beauty hungers you today

why destiny would rest indebted

to you only from sons of disappeared empire

your forgiven brother alone gave his death

before he’d order in your language

to live more in memory of all

Zalmoxe is named your son

if you’ll conceive I put custom

all you fellows to bear names

given before and so dearly dreamt

Zalmoxe call him tell Zalmoxe

and come to senses don’t forget

Zalmoxe mark in your mind

and break yourself as if this

is your gift from my love

Zalmoxe is your gift Zalmoxe

this is enough to know in winners’ language

nobody would talk to you

on behalf with name of Zalmoxe

don’t cry don’t Zalmoxe

be his birth giver be Zalmoxe

don’t perish Zalmoxe

resurrect yourself Zalmoxe

throw devil’s mask

throw devil’s mask

 he crosses self

glues face of demonic face

shadows thicken he grins at them

tears up his face shadows thicken

then he play to them a pantomime

throwing mask

throwing his face

pillar breaks in his hand like bread

cuts sun’s mask in forest

bark furrowed by faces

mask glued by broken pillar

cutter cuts it in shapes

shadows manifests  in Hades

cut him at paradise’s gate

cut up god

first around saint decibels

my face got covered in a dream

I have cut tree mask maker bark

pillar with mask on face

ghosts imagine

black mask on white body

devil Salomea laughs

he had cut Ion’s head

devil laughs cut head

on a skinned pillar

the cut on whited

devil weeps on rot of paradise

cuter throws him

mask maker don’t speak to him

mask maker is cuter

but pillar falling

face falls at earth

buried by saint ghost

no mask maker no cuter

only shadowing body

under shadows of décor

he shows all décor of some surrounding

and extinguishes extinguishes extinguishes to be stronger 

god don’t light candle

in capillary masks’ skull

that a child in front of him rises

when didn’t cut neither woods nor in bark masks

you to await in mask in wood await

and world’s strongest falls again on mask

don’t let pillar fall for badly would hit him

he was dreaming manly on weeks

mountains traveled by a colombina

broken of love and she was of wood

born from passionate flesh

to be loved firstly with eyes

sweetheart sweetheart sweetheart

he was manly dreaming sweetheart

and in forests traveled with axe

and cut perfect trunks

up to blameless pillar

his axe became mute from before

and they started up on a side

above where forest weren’t

oh if axes would be heard singing

over heavenly silence mirrored in pitch

if they would be heard and they aren’t

and they run and at once fall asleep

beyond a tree axe takes shape of serpent

and whistles only for forest’s virgin

whistles beautifully that fruits fall

in flute’s bed by cuter followed

if axes would be heard singing

he dreamt to awake from dream

mask maker had parted from sorrow

he remained to whistle to that shape

perfumed saint mother

with saint child who from saint ghost whines

but he doesn’t heard him sights fly

and descend only for babe

is perhaps she babe and perhaps whines

of her longing when was saint

like now but another time

with god at face

mask maker sold his masks

forest shaved its cutting

perhaps is time you come

but how with shadows Christ

 a child is in player’s being

and one near him less wept

us to weep or one from up to weep us

and perhaps man of secret laments by heart

good-for nothing connoisseur beautiful child

a cuter on this world still existed

and in heavens climbs rumble of forests cut down

and axes beat not to get roots

in world’s hearing the wept by lord

mask maker walks softly like in dream

to wear his last mask far away

between flutes deadly deafening

mask maker I play he played in last mask

black he surround himself by demon

red in wept eye trembles

feces submerge in forests

cut by wood cutter

before to discover the abyss

his life didn’t end

or he didn’t live his end

he scattered his mask namely

to follow it himself until meet it

and demon smiles to him at crossroad

cutter’s pillar rises

on way where angel had fallen

why wouldn’t be cheerful mask maker

when his mask flutters unblackening itself

with eyes in golden sight

rejoice even in you would rest

ghost what ghost you patched

in ox’ skin in lamb’s fur

in pork’s hair in coal

enjoy you mask maker

and he doesn’t he made it to me

prayer to gladden me

when I’ll play him also author was

at face but this had broken a hand

see how man broke his hand like bread

he said I intern my hand in hospital

it is worth to go to hospices

at once with your demiurgic hands

demons flow from fingers

and said go and see what people

gathers believing that I harlequin

doctor will come to heal them 

from a movement of eyebrow

a tale with a mask maker I asked from him

and his last mask

he took our word

didn’t decide himself and let me free

for he was thinking to a child

carrying  mask full of fear

he turned it in profile

it was an axe to cut

had teeth saws

beat it child

to put it on my face

and take it out and play

he says to me

I want to die under mask ravished

to bury him burying me

and mask immortal laughed wept

face profile my face

I am afraid to let it in palms

how afraid am I of a cut palm

 venerable faces you still remember

masks of the old

mask maker and cutter parted

mask alone shined

it makes mask maker’s face

cudgel grows body

saints peels off ghosts

then poor starts poor it

From mill

from mill toward village a half

of kilometer unloaded rambles

a man returning from town

far off as Fagaras Mountains

he looks it’s night says nothing

speaks what speaks deals

with a woman unseen if she threats

 him for in sleep is dripping wet of sweat

he doesn’t start to right as churches wait for him

on left unrotated earth stops him

he still to mill feels going

but wouldn’t grind his bones dear

will it indeed enter something his hand

or in vain we wait him to strain in basket

firstly he thinks himself barefoot loving dust

his cloths fall cranium remains

on it wind thoughts to thin him

until it will dispel living flour

he tries trees if not shot into ears

he wants in arms mother in arms wit small child

he wants with his ribs to root side

better than dead in world mill

light off he will preserve in window

for so much he asks a life from branch

only that branch sends him to not stay

alone grinding mill on bad weather

hey did you take your salt birds are

ready eggs to knead bread

come on dead village loves you in dead mill

flour in sack also I for what mouths to carry

from mill towards village looks Gica

through wave of wheel he feels is moving

and sometimes even walks among men

by bald miller dismissed

they all with eyes to a horse at once

from palms beat when its limb undo

miller turns his had

to know who didn’t applaud his horse

while there reckoning Gica

laughed as cartilage in horse doesn’t quite pull

oh what a pleasure life as it is

if he could live it in world mill

cigarettes formerly smoked on pool’s bank

sparkle nets with fishes on bottom 

saline blows in them from under ground

beheaded moving loch’s taste

fried to roll it in stripe of meal

like in heated room what a life