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Mircea Eliade

Poetry remakes and prolongs language; every poetic language begins by being a secret language, that is, the creation of a personal universe, of a completely closed world. The purest poetic act seems to re-create language from an inner experience that … reveals the essence of things. — Mircea Eliade, Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy. (Princeton… Continue reading Mircea Eliade

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Paul Celan

Your hair waves once more when I weep. With the blue of your eyes you lay the table of love: a bed between summer and autumn. We drink what somebody brewed neither I nor you nor a third; we lap up some empty and last thing. We watch ourselves in the deep sea’s mirrors and… Continue reading Paul Celan

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Paul Celan

Corona Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk: then time returns to the shell. In the mirror it’s Sunday, in dream there is room for sleeping, our mouths speak the truth. My eye moves down to the sex of… Continue reading Paul Celan

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Stefan Baciu

I want to write a poem        as simple as a glass of water        or as a piece of bread abandoned        on the table by a child A poem transparent like a window        light like a winged ingot of lead and        yet heavy like butterflies among city lorries A poem wrought… Continue reading Stefan Baciu

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