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Nichita Stănescu
Winter song You are so beautiful in winter! The field stretched on its back, near the horizon, and the trees stopped running from the winter wind ... My nostrils tremble and no scent and no breeze only the distant, icy smell of the suns. How transparent your hands are in winter! And no one passes - only the white suns revolve in quiet worship. and the thought spreads in circles ringing the trees in twos in fours. From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes" english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru. Poetry page |
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