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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Deko’s Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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| From age’s clear core I smile to your youth To your proud beauty, facing it out Against your eyes like stars bewildering my way, To melt inside it I oppose my genius, keep away. I present you my spirit, I do not kiss your lips Leaning as over a flower, I pick you to can breathe... You are not anymore a carnal-minded being, Ruther from which I absorb life and gather chrism, a calyx I do not count my years, the pith don’t slay in grace With the ideal force, I’m drawing near me your dear face, I yoke virtues and passions at the great poetry Within, without stamps of belay dust, I melt you too unwillingly; for the wise man The sky has no threshold, the earth no butt. Thursday, 2 December 1954
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