Lucia - poeziile altor autori

The temptation of the real

I have not ever been angry with apples
that they are apples, with leaves that they are leaves,

The Third Elegy
Contemplation, crise of time
and contemplation again.

Contemplation, crises of time
and contemplation again.

I Contemplation

to Vasile Pârvan
In every hallow there was put a god.
If there was broken a stone, there was bring quickly
and put there a god.

Dedicated to Dedalus, the founder of the well-known people of artists, of dedalosers.

He starts with self and ends with self.
No halo announces him, it does not

Dedicated to Dedalus, the founder of the well-known people of artists, of dedalosers.

He starts with self and ends with self.
No halo announces him, it does not

Intrare-n muncile de primăvară
I
Inimă mai mare decît trupul,
sărind din toate părţile deodată

Într-un ou negru mă las încălzit
de aşteptarea zborului locuind în mine;
stă unul lângă altul, nedezlipit,
sinele lângă sine.

Ea mi-a spus atunci, văzând lucrurile fixe
ale alcătuirii mele:
Aş vrea să fugim în Hiperboreea
şi să te nasc viu,

lui Vasile Pârvan
În fiecare scorbură era aşezat un zeu.

Dacă se crăpa o piatră, repede era adus