Biography of Daniel Ionita
Has recently translated and published the first comprehensive anthology of modern Romanian verse in English, covering the period from 1850 to the present (2012) , and including 56 poets and over 75 poems.
Born in Bucharest, Romania, migrated to New Zealand at 20 years of age in 1980, and then onto Australia. Lives in Sydney. After a career in Organisational Change and Improvement, over the last few years has decided to return to his 'first love', poetry.
Daniel Ionita's Works:
Testament - Anthology of Modern Romanian Verse - Bilingual Edition English/Romanian (Minerva Publishing House,2012)
Hanging Between The Stars - poetry- (Minerva Publishing House,2013)
Testament - Anthology of Romanian Verse, American Edition (Australian-Romanian Academy for Culture,2016)
ContraDiction - poetry (Pim Publishing 2016)
Daniel Ionita Poems
My words stick to you and I cannot strip them off anymore. They stick to your body like a calligraphy thousands of years old layed down by a Chinese scribe from the Emperor's palace who did not receive any more news from his sweetheart,
Devoid Of Words
Your star dance is sparkling the edge of horizons with light adumbrations which guard your reflection and lazily mirror the ocean’s expanses – blind waters that cover your body’s perfection.
I Throw Away The Seconds, The Hours, Wee...
I throw away the seconds, the hours, weeks, and years and scant, the time is smiling with chubby roundish face while hiding in betrayal those Gethsemane’s fears, which in my feverish racket of youth I can’t embrace.
Like Lilies On The Grave
Like lilies on a grave, a dream in tears, canary songs for weddings or for wakes; dull waters fill the swamps and swamp the lakes, if hope shall die, then gone be all my fears.
Like with all of us, I was portioned a few destinies, crammed one into the other according to some arcane
A mighty gladiator of this life, I carry through the dark a wilted wreath - like muddy kisses, hanging in the evening, sewn by some crazy gods in hell beneath,
Why should I strap my seat-belt on, I pray? I’m not in an airplane, Nor in a car, Not even in an ambulance, I have to say...
The orgies have gone sad today, The orgies are in tears. With moans And groans
I'M Mainly Like Myself
I’m mainly like myself, most of the time And so unlike myself, some of the time Sometimes I am like you Or someone else I knew
Walking On A Crystal Leaf
I was walking on leaf made of crystal Stepping gently and avoiding the edges The sound of my steps formed into small clear cymbal melodies Each more beautiful than the other.
A Passing Moment
Her fate was hanging over her head like the sword of Damocles such as it is sworn to each one of us - such as it will come to pass without fail at some stage. She sat flabbergasted, frightened deer, stunned in front of the headlights of life. 'It is just a passing moment, a fleeting situation', I said, trying to soothe her.
The Earth Is The Lord's
Psalm 24: 1 From whence I came I no longer recall. Now I abide in a place with rocks and waves
I Might Be Slow (But Well Worth Waiting ...
I might be slow, but well worth waiting for, the tortoise on your night gown whispered, low… How long I waited, what was there to know, remains our sacred, and mysterious, lore.
Black Butterfly Wings
Slow afternoon with curtains drawn tight, soft silky pillows, softer velvet slides, low, lower still, then up again, so light... A dream-like pose, yet far from sleeping tides.
Last night before your door, out in the cold,
My soul ablaze with a chaotic passion
My eyesight I would happily have sold,
For one sweet Open Sesame to fashion.
But even if I’ve offered a whole realm
There was no magic word to conjure out,
And I kept quiet, not to underwhelm;
Afraid to blather humdrum, like some lout.