Autumnal Emotion

(by Nichita Stanescu)

Autumn has come, cover my heart with a shelter,
the shadow of a tree, or your own shadow better.
I fear that I'll see you no more, that I'll go,
That sharp wings to the clouds I will grow,
That in a strange eye you are going to hide
And the eye will shut close to lock you inside.
And then next to the rocks, silent me,
I drown all the words in the sea,
I call whistling the moon and I rise it above
And I change it into powerful love.

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Rain in the Month of March

(by Nichita Stanescu)
It was pouring insane,
we were making love in the attic,
It was March, and outside in the rain
clowds were flowing erratic.

Inside the room, walls stirred from within

under quiet white paint,
Our souls dancing unseen
In a world of constraint.

It will rain on your wings, you told me,

On the earth across time it is raining with might.
Don't worry, I'd reply, can't you see,
feathers will rain on my flight.

And I was raising above, like a dancer,

forgetting my room on the ground.
You were calling at me: answer, please answer,
 Who is more beautiful: the rain or the crowd?

It was pouring insane,

we were making love in the attic,
I was wishing that March and the rain
won't ever end, rain so fanatic.

These are two of my favorite poems. I hope you will like them as much as I like
them.