On horseback at dawn (Nichita Stanescu Poems)
Silence strikes the tree trunks, upon itself retracing,turns to distance, turns to sand.I have turned my only face toward the ...
Silence strikes the tree trunks, upon itself retracing,turns to distance, turns to sand.I have turned my only face toward the ...
Thus, like the skinof a shorn ewe, the day rises.It is difficult to skin the self from a stone.It is ...
She remains bored and very beautifulher black hair is angry,her bright handfor ages now has forgotten me,-for ages too has ...
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