Dan Danila Poems
- Words The inborn haughty to believe that flowers are so nice...
- A Pseudo Treatise On Night I too once had the same ...
- Adam Wan like the first snow, bare, newly born among ...
- Traveller I met the old pilgrim, the bearer of shades, ...
- Rosebud Searching for a speechless mediator, a lover steals...
- Remember I, the taster of late autumns, hardly remembering ...
- The Golden Age When I was a pale boy, the world was a ...
Dan Danila is a poet and painter living in Leonberg, Germany, since 1990. He was born in 1954 in Romania, where he graduated the Arts High School of Sibiu.
His poems, short stories, translations and graphics have been published by leading literary magazines in Romania, Germany, Denmark, Canada and the USA.
He has published five books of poems in Romanian, and has also translated into Romanian five book-length selections of French and German literary works by François Villon, Rainer Maria Rilke, Wolf von Aichelburg and Georg Scherg.
For his translations of Rilke's poetry, he won in 2000 the LITERART XXI Award. He is a member of the Romanian Writers' Association. more »
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The inborn haughty to believe
that flowers are so nice for us
and birds are singing just to please
the bored mankind. Death himself
might be persuaded to forget
how defenceless and weak we are,
and file past life – even at last
when the aged man, alone on earth,
like an old tree inclines his front,
surrender for the final lightning.
The rainbow, ancient books explain,
for angels is a kind of scarf,
the clouds are signs that we ignore.
But words, the words are just for us,
the secret garden of delight,
a treasure, light to share with ...