Another Night

It's late in the evening
It's late in our souls
Beware of the darkness
Beware of its spells

It's winter the season
Outside as inside
Come, give me a reason
To cry by your side

Come, fill me with sorrow
For yesterday dreams
For no more tomorrow
As winter night seems

Come, pour all your darkness
In my bitterness glass
Let's toast for its likeness
And let it all pass.


Copyright ©2009 Gabriel Ghimpu

You

How many colours
To blend in your smile
How many eyes
For a glimpse of your style

How many words
For your questioning why
And how many wings
Gonna reach you that high...

So many questions
Are driving me blue
Yet only one answer -
One word, only: YOU!


Copyright ©2009 Gabriel Ghimpu

The second of a raven's eye

by: Luminita Mihai
( translated from Romanian by Gabriel G)


An unseen hand knocks on my window
I feel its tender perfume of flower and of rain
And it seems to me the city carrying the houses on its shoulder
Is running towards a future winter
When all things are the same as at the beginning
Clean, untouched by any breath
It seems to me that crying canes
Are walking with no legless cripples on the streets
That none other live here but laundry on the wire
And flat silent spades without diggers
Exchanging whispers, and one can hear
The light hanging on the lamp post
An unseen hand knocks on my window
Smashing the second on the pavement
As an over ripe melon
I feel its tender perfume of flower and rain
And two black raven's eyes stare at me through the glazing.




Copyright ©2009 Luminita Mihai

September as a wager

by: Luminita Mihai
( translated from Romanian by Gabriel G)



I wish I'd die on the first of September
When autumn marks grades in the class books
And the rains of chalk are falling
On the giddy girls' laughter

Then my body hungry shall be
By the clay's embrace - supreme
As of a last and too beautiful lover
That lacks the knowledge of the leaf's theorem

To know the sextons hang by themselves(alone)
With a pint of rotgut by the right foot
So much more and deeper September
A rusty groom shall embrace me

And let the silence be in equations
And the reports be seen with mercy
And-garrulous-dropping their satchels on the sidewalks
May the children have passed their exams

I love the first of September as a station
I never in the least have reached - delayed
Each time the city shakes its skirts of rain
I'm ready to bet: so it shall be!




Copyright ©2009 Luminita Mihai

Tracking

Septembrie 11 ( bocet)

SEPTEMBRIE 11
(Bocet)



Dură dare de dureri
N-ar fi de n-ar fi căderi
Din adânc până-n tării
În uitare de Marii
Din tării până-n abis
Dorul dorului promis
În doinitul doinelor
La-nvârtitul horelor

. . .

Zbor ucis în necuvinte
Sânge negru de părinte
Sângerând asemene
Două umbre „Gemene”.