Acrobatics over the World’s Tear. Poems

Author: Veronica Stănei Macoveanu
Translator: Adriana Crăciun

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    Veronica Stănei Macoveanu has a distinct lyrical voice, with a personal philosophical vision integrating Man into the Universe. By this integration, the telluric vibration, limited in time and space of our souls harmonizes with the spiritual, mysterious and unrestrained dimension, which returns us to divinity. In her poetry, the ephemeral and the eternal search for each other and intertwine in a constant struggle, becoming twins.


    Vasile Poenaru


    Let Night be a White Road to the Day


    This unknown overwhelms me

    with infinity greater than we can encompass

    This unknown overwhelms me

    out of which beautiful and filthy things come out

    disturbing, empowering things

    Is there a juggler too, a magician

    with dark heart

    No, absolutely no, we do not want reality

    have two faces, one turned to Good

    and another turned to evil

    sacrificing for the sake of dynamism

    for the sake of multiplying variants

    No, absolutely no, we do not want that

    energy have two changing valences

    good and evil

    No, we do not want white to become black

    overnight, but let night be

    a white road to the day



    Until Final Light


    Your thought drops in the ocean

    of planetary thoughts

    Do not pollute, do not poison with your thoughts

    but get this beauty flourish

    How to get rid of sadness, of pettiness

    inside us, with a formula for everyone, general

    so that not just individually shall we skip stages


    Our tears do not purify

    the Universe I wonder

    Our frozen road

    at the edge of time

    Inevitable winners that pay

    so bitterly every step

    For you are not only you, but you are they

    you feel them trapped inside your heart

    victims of earthquakes, victims of famine

    but also those with cathedral souls

    There are fresh corpses now bloody in fratricide

    on the rivers of Rwanda, on her land

    How many Rwandas will survive I wonder

    to ultimate Light


    Veronica Stănei Macoveanu

    Acrobatics over the World’s Tear