Literature Poetry Uncategorized

Nichita Stanescu- Romanian Poet

A friend has just handed me a copy of this poet’s collection which is entitled “The Still Unborn About the Dead” published by Anvil Press Poetry. Here is a short example:-
Afternoon of a Song

I was propping the striped air
between your eyes and mine
I was propping the stripped air
of that yellow-green afternoon.

Between the sweet tympana
I was propping a long sound.
Diaphanous fingers
touching it and seem to snatch,
from the second’s
heard being of then,
our bodies so long.

How beautiful and how gentle,
lightening struck in the heights
with their long mantles of cloud,
and stars under their arms!


There is more information at and a poem in English at



By penwithlit

Freelance writer and radio presenter

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