Of love
Poems by Nichita Stănescu
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Of love
She remains bored and very beautifulher black hair is angry,
her bright hand
for ages now has forgotten me,-
for ages too has forgotten itself,
hanging as it has from the neck of a chair.
In the lights I drown myself,
set my jaws against the coursing of the year.
I reveal my teeth to her
but she understands this is no smile-
sweet, illuminated creature
she reveals myself to me while
she remains bored and very beautiful
and for her alone I live
in the appalling world
of this inferior heaven.
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Poems by Nichita Stănescu.
Nichita Stănescu 1933 - 1983, romanian poet
Was born on: 31 mar 1933.
Died on 13 dec 1983, at 50 years old.
Died on 13 dec 1983, at 50 years old.
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