Romanian Poems - Poems about Romanian

...Obsessed Hours and hours practising “Practice makes perfect!” Others have described Antonio’s playing as perfect. He has played in spectacular locations. Even before Kings and Queens. One day ......Read the rest...

...In the shadow of time, my descendants, Both the known and those hidden in the corridors of ages, From the first generation to those yet to come, Please listen to this epic, From one who was and w......Read the rest...

...I hope my car starts tomorrow, That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault, That I can go write a poem, or almost, I love walking an hour in the fresh countryside. I hope that I can cross th......Read the rest...

...Butterfly girl greets the quiet wren in a field of corn Where yellow and light green vegetation is often born Far off they hear an accordion and a Romanian horn. Melodies are terrific says a dwarf......Read the rest...

...The beautiful young woman’s accent was unusual. Was she Romanian? Ukrainian? Geoffrey could not place it, but he enjoyed hearing it. Her soft voice sounded European. Are you from the other side......Read the rest...

...Romanian Constntin Brancusi indifferent to fame was he Simpicity permeted his art 'Bird in Space' gave him is start......Read the rest...

...Romanian maiden with an angel’s face A gorgeous body, and a walk of grace Swirling hair with a bit of a bounce A mystical magician with an adorable flounce Surreal ideas swirl within her mercur......Read the rest...

...Here are women in the Hellboy universe... Witches Baba Yaga, The Baba Yaga, Wake the Devil Cora Fisher, The Crooked Man Troll Witch, The Troll-witch Bog Roosh, The Third......Read the rest...

...Every New year dream fresh Dreams renew your life, turn your life another...Remember keeping Dreaming the ele eldest, dearest reverie... The Desire of being h......Read the rest...

...Marija was blatantly alluring which is what attracted him in the first place. Her name was not exotic, but her attitude was. Her whimsical manners and masterful life steps were a joy to watch. Th......Read the rest...

...Maples were first at letting down their leaves they always go first actually. Sycamore and oak were a day later; both let them go satisfactorily. Their crispy waiting autumn leaves had been ripe fo......Read the rest...

...All the trappings of a Romanian queen Gave her the immediate ambiance of power confidence. Her aura proceeded her body into the room. There was an anticipation seconds prior to her arrival. Her......Read the rest...

...Todesfugue ("Death Fugue") by Paul Celan loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Black milk of daybreak, we drink you come dusk; we drink you come midday, come morning, come night;......Read the rest...

...O, Little Root of a Dream by Paul Celan loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch O, little root of a dream you enmire me here; I’m undermined by blood? made invisible, death's po......Read the rest...

...You Were My Death by Paul Celan loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch You were my death; I could hold you when everything abandoned me— even breath. Paul Celan (1920-1970) ......Read the rest...