Poems by Nichita Stănescu about Habits

1 poems by Nichita Stănescu about habits

Nichita Stănescu Romanian poet

The Keynote

The bone is a joy only when it's the forehead bone,
when it protects, does not disjoin,
as are the alkaline vertebrae
from the difficult depths of the flesh and the wedding.
I'm resigned to losing the habit
of my manner of being,
but...

Nichita StănescuPoems by Nichita Stănescu about habits