Dear God, I’ve not finished yet - Magda Isanos

Dear God, I’ve not finished yet
The song you sang me when we met.
Don’t send me angels of fire and ice
Every evening, sometimes twice.

Way - Tristan Tzara

What is this road that separates us,

Across which I extend the hand of thought?

Another kind of Mathematics - Nichita Stãnescu

We know that one times one is one,

but an unicorn times a pear

have no idea what it is.

Field In Spring - Nichita Stãnescu

Green rings around the eyes, this grass in vibrant motion

arcs tenderly about you, at a distance-

you summon it, then fling it round, broken

by your laugh of youth and innocence.

Volt - Tristan Tzara

The inclined towers the oblique skies

The cars descending into the void of roads

The creatures along the country lanes

Branches covered with hospitable virtues

May Gives Itself With Sweet Abandon - Lucian Blaga

We shall remember once, too late,

This simple happening, so fine,

This very bench where we are seated,

Your burning temple next to mine.

We Want Land - George Cosbuc

Hungry and naked and without a home am I.

My shoulders, you have charged them with loads,

And you spit at me, and you have beaten me,

And I have been to you a dog.

Spinning Song III - Elena Văcărescu

What hath he done, the luckless fellow,

     That thou wilt speak to him no more;

     Are ye not of the self-same village?

Sandpaper - Clara Burghelea

​I don’t want to give up longing,

these tines of invisible fork

that puncture the lungs.

Peasant Love Songs - George Cosbuc

I.

  He

In the garden of my sweetheart

Sing two birds beautifully,

And the sun proudly shines,

And my darling sits and dreams.

6 A.M. - Svetlana Cârstean

Good morning, workers!

Crossing Reality - Floarea Ţuţuianu

It’s Monday,

and from the kiosk on the corner

a croissant and a new poet under my arm

I start my Dublinesque odyssey

It's beautiful when - Dan Sociu

How sad and beautiful man is when he’s wrong
about the world (and maybe he’ll never
know), like the cat driven mad
by the shining of a knife on the wall.

Hopeless (Gypsy Song) - Elena Văcărescu

Into the mist I gazed, and fear came on me.
Then said the mist: “I weep for the lost sun.”

We sat beneath our tent;
Then he that hath no hope drew near us there,
And sat him down by us.

The Weaver's Song - Carmen Sylva

Fly, shuttle, fly,
At the war my boy must die,
My daughter's betrayed and cast aside,
My wife is gone, of shame she died,
Fly, shuttle, fly.

The Mirror - Floarea Ţuţuianu

This mirror no longer recognizes me
it laughs a laugh that’s not mine

Song of the Fire - Elena Văcărescu

I consumed the deep, green forest,
      With all its songs;
And now the songs of the forest,
      All sing aloud in me.

This Evening Also - Paul Celan

More fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,

The Moon - Elena Văcărescu

A green, green tree in my courtyard stands.
The sunshine loves it, the breezes rock it;
But when snow hath fallen, the tree forgetteth
That April once was here.

Fodder-Time - Carmen Sylva

How sweet the manger smells! The cows all listen
  With outstretched necks, and with impatient lowing;
  They greet the clover, their content now showing—
And how they lick their noses till they glisten!