Today is his birthday. He would have been 85 years old. Nichita, The Poet, loved. He walked on the path of transcendence – words transcending the words. „Wheel with a Single Spoke and Other Poems” – translated from the Romanian by Sean Cotter Archipelago Books, 2012 From a review of the book „Wheel with a
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No matter wars or winter’s tail, no matter soil, a sandy trail, an echo of the ancient sea, while dreaming of the tree of life I see you here now. You stand no matter if I strive to rise. I bow to you and smile! :)
Oh, how I need this snow! (This snow) This white comprising rainbows (of all our feelings, of us all) the purifying light illuminating (the coldness of our lives) the seven steps, (the stairway to our human heaven,) this burning light (the candle of our life) inside the graciousness of heart (a burning altar of our
There will be a time Of no time A too late time For being sorry. (Speak now or silence will erase all wounds! No scars, no leaves, no flowers!) Sometimes you need to bleed it all out, To carve deep into the skin To peel it off from the world, the old times world.



