Paintings (Marin Sorescu Poems)
All the museums are afraid of me,Because each time I spend a whole dayIn front of a paintingThe next day ...
All the museums are afraid of me,Because each time I spend a whole dayIn front of a paintingThe next day ...
May dew and hazeI catch in taut canvases.Stuffed in a costrel tight,I'll take them home come light.Blissful constellations blazethe Zodiac ...
In bookstores there are no books,in books no words,in words no essence:there are only husks.In museums and waiting roomsare painted ...
For me the wide sweep of a master's brushPainting great canvases,For I fill my lungs deeply with detailDigesting horizons in ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
IAct first, scene first. A study. Of a kind Half cell, half salon, opulent yet grave;Rare books, low-shelved, yet far ...
(Lines written after viewing Mr Arthur Dove'sexposition of the "Simultaneousness of the Ambient")I cannot tell you how I love ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
June is here, the month of roses, month of brides and month of bees,Weaving garlands for our lassies, whispering love ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
We had a new house And split the decorating. You took the piled rolls of paper, While I stacked the ...
WHEN Thomas set this tablet here, Time laughed at the vain chanticleer; And ere the moss had dimmed the stone, ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
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