Carpathian Poems - Poems about Carpathian

...In the shadowed mountains of Romania, horse-drawn carts travel down dirt roads. On foot, some walk through rolling hills blanketed by fog in a world that's become known for myths and legends. Darknes......

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...Slava Ukraini! shroud the gallery's glass doors, a solitary scene of grazing goats, greets the guests along with music. Confident, brush strokes curl muted colors of rustic farm houses behind b......

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...My boots, still burdened with the dust of Carpathian trails, Silently slip over the gleaming tiles of an urban temple, Where hipsters sip artisanal nectar on lazy Tuesday afternoons, Under the imp......

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...Seven Morning Stars In the western Carpathian piedmont Which my grandfathers left long before, The peregrine falcon flees likewise From a tableau of fresco tradition, Superstition, and tempera......

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...I have fashioned my desire from Carpathian obsessions, Indulging in the calm between extremes. It’s a blood and iron promise that sets my soul alight, Embarked upon a pilgrimage of dreams. Stand......

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...all we do is talk about the weather in our own cellar language and I want to accept the truism of your perceptions mainly to untangle the plot but I ponder through seasons of augury the inte......

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...The fattest land mass within the borders of Europe is also a mother with an extremely fertile womb to once go third in the global grain export. Sitting on a ground blessed with hidden trea......

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...( I visited the palace of Dracula in the year 2003 while attending The World Congress of Poets)at Iasi, Romania. If anyone interested to view Dracula Castle, I have placed a photo on my photo blog) ......

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...At the Borgo Pass I met a coach and horse, And the villagers warned me not to go, They were worried about a supernatural force, But I had business in Transylvania, though. The coach rumbled along th......

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...The light of the moon serves as source For my once beating heart, now still As I wander the lonely corridors of time Eternal, to grip my breathless, lifeless chest Each day’s a seductress, but su......

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