I was 13 when I first read this poem. Of course, it wasn’t the one I was supposed to read as homework. We were studying Eminescu’s poetry for some years, each year one or two poems, usually the ones that were either about nature or considered “patriotic” by the communist regime at that time. But
It only seems to be the end of a beginning lost in space- the single breath the story began with; the tear from the awakened eye- the mother of the oceans, the father of the skies. The root of the eternal wisdom, encircling the space of forms, continually expands. Three times the power of the
A poem from “Parentheses”, which is a work in progress, still. 😉 Yet, I’ve included some of the English poems in “Memories” (“amintiri”), my latest Romanian book that has been published in July. Illustrations and cover for Parentheses by Jade Ene.
A true and wise story along with the beautiful photography by Omar Z Robles His statement at the end of his article made me willing to share his work I’ve been following for some months: “I shall never again forget or question the weight of my work. Of how utterly strong and transformative art can
Only she knows This sadness (Always hidden in hindrance) this quest for joy (a distance between us) always painful and wise (an always that stays in our eyes.) Can we survive the sadness of this world? (Only she knows, the Mother.) Image source: http://www.roerich.org/museum-paintings-catalogue.php