Dan Danila Poems

Hypotheses were assumed,
proofs were furnished,
many old treatises consulted
and after a long dispute,
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I, the taster of late autumns,
hardly remembering the tobacco flower
spying the shivering hoary lake –
can sometimes hear my heartbeat.
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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
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Let us write a love poem on the latest snow,
before the wind carries our words,
our breath to the northernmost lands.
Let us remove, just a bit, the cover of the field
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As unreal as silent,
blue-eyed cats
touching your body in the dark
when you cannot sleep,
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She was a green-eyed cat and could be silent
for days on end, strolling about the Garden,
going through spicy clusters, stomping
tortuous paths with the bare soles of her feet.
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I was born one noon of a torrid summer
on Grandfather's farm – my hair
was golden like ears of wheat, it was just
harvest time and every soul was out,
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Searching for a speechless mediator,
a lover steals a red rose, with deep roots
in secret alliance by darkness and night,
illuminating the thorns with a flash-light.
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I met the old pilgrim,
the bearer of shades,
a mantle breathing near his body,
very slow transitory sign
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Wan like the first snow, bare,
newly born among invisible gods,
captured by the fragrance of saps,
hidden away in resonant trunks.
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