Dorina Brandusa Landen Poems

As a child I was told
that world is very beautiful
it was a time for legends
a time to fly
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I myself pass hastily
with a camera
peer to myself
I know where I am
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Once again come those with whistles
and those with rusty swords
those bestow by the Lord of the earth
those bestow by the earth to be fruitless
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I

Bless this too vast country
a shadow of a benumbed flag in a wintery sky
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There is no going back
go ahead stranger
without looking at anything else
but the bridge leading across the river.
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We could hear the wine running through the grapes
among clouds
beacon a half of a metallic moon
a clock breaking up time.
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Anonymous and feisty gods
were fallen into the light of dawn.
In its golden struggle
the day seemed ready to explode.
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Life strikes me with the precision of a bullet
with whom to share the old wine
with whom to share the last breath
only the fertile soil feeds on my blood
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