words create worlds
Poetry Poetry is the eye that weeps it is the shoulder that weeps. It is the hand that weeps the eye of the hand that weeps It is the weeping sole the eye of the weeping heel. O, you friends, poetry is not tears It is the act of weeping – weeping from eyes not
Gloss Days go past and days come still, All is old and all is new, What is well and what is ill, You imagine and construe; Do not hope and do not fear, Waves that leap like waves must fall; Should they praise or should they jeer, Look but coldly on it all. Things you’ll
Born on January 15, 1850, Mihai Eminescu was not only a poet, but novelist and journalist and, in my view, a philosopher as well. Regarded as the most famous Romanian poet and the first modern poet in Romanian literature, Eminescu lived his short life (he died in 1889) with great passion, always searching for the
Thank you Free Verse Revolution for publishing my poem The last of your wishes today! You can read it here: https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/2019/10/23/the-last-of-your-wishes-daniela-marin/ An unexpected joy for me today, the day when my dear aunt was born so many years ago, and I was thinking of her so many times during the day, sending out there, into
Unfold your heart like petals on a peony.
Worlds of Words 