ROMANIAN POEMS

Romanian culture, certainly was heavily influenced by the Eastern Orthodox Church. The earliest translated books into Romanian were Slavonic religious texts from the 15th century, and the first book printed in Romania was a Slavonic religious book in 1508. In the Romanian lands, dominated by the Ottoman Empire, they decided not to allow Romanian rulers, but through Greek merchants of Istanbul. Thus, Greek culture influenced the developments of Romanian literature. During centuries, generations of Romanian writers had inspiration to European Illuminism (among them Gheorghe Asachi and Dinicu Golescu). Among Romanian contemporary poets, you can read Constantin Virgil Bănescu (poet of the 2000 generation, also known for his translation activity), Ruxandra-Mihaela Cesereanu (poet, essayist, short story writer, novelist and literary critic, author of several prose and poetry volumes), and also Marta Petreu (philosopher, literary critic, essayist and poet).

Many people loves to read. Our proposal call any web-traveler to sit into Meeting Benches info@meetingbenches.com to share written emotions, observing new creative horizons. In his book (How to Read and Why), Harold Bloom says that we should read slowly, with love and with our inner ear cocked. By reading a written description, your mind is responsible for creating that image in your head, and the worlds described in books will help you expand your understanding, even while you travel in Romania.

SLEEPY BIRDS – Poem by Mihai Eminescu

All those sleepy birds now tired from flight hide among the leaves good-night! Only the spring whispers when the wood sleeps silently. Even flowers in the gardens sleep peacefully! Swans glide to their nest sheltering among the reeds may angels guard your rest, sweet dreams! Above a night of sorcery comes the moon’s graceful light, all is peace and harmony good-night!

 

SEASON’S END – Poem by Nichita Stãnescu

I was so very aware that the afternoon was dying in the domes, and all around me sounds froze, turned to winding pillars. I was so very aware that the undulant drift of scents was collapsing into darkness, and it seemed I had never tasted the cold. Suddenly I awoke so far away and strange, wandering behind my face as though I had hidden my feelings in the sensless relief of the moon. I was so very aware that I did not recognize you, and perhaps you come, always, every hour, every second, moving through my vigil – then – as through the spectre of a triumphal arch.

AND IF – Poem by Mihai Eminescu

And if my window feels the branch, of a stuttering poplar tree, it is to make me dream once more of clasping you to me. And if the stars glow on the lake, and light its darkling shoal, it is to flood my mind with peace. And quell my roiling soul. And if the clouds draw themselves back, to let the moon blaze through, it is to make my heart recall, how hard I ache for you.