SOMETHING REMAINED OF THE ORIGINAL EDEN

 

***
Of the original Eden
something remained,
an unfulfillment
a bird from there escaped
and a madman rubbed his eyes
and then fired two shots
the bird collapsed into the reedbed,
but a feather remained suspended
in the air. Of course, it is something.
The feather is a flame for us,
and for God, a wildfire.

GOD, THE GREAT STRANGER

God, the great Stranger
kisses you, then closes the door.
The body leaves you high and dry.

COME TO US, JESUS CHRIST

 

***
Come to us, Jesus Christ,
we who shake with wickedness
and hate, break our bones
so that we see with our own eyes
how we can weep; perhaps
we will be transfigured
in a dream, in years jagged
as rocks approaching. Come,
heal our bread, our greed.
Are we truly fated to be
only beginnings of chimpanzees?

EVERY MOMENT SURPRISES US

 

***
The air is turned blue by souls
and by turtledoves, all those who
died did not tell us they were dying
every moment surprises us
that we are still breathing
after the repeated disasters
and we continue to endure
the hope, the misfortune,
although knowing
that all are good things
like bread and wine,
like Holy Communion
knowing that death is a state
of perfection, the only one
within a mortal's reach,
death is our summary
just as a skylark dies
upon the wind.
'Stop the massacre!' the night cries out.

THE PEACE OF THE EVENING

 

***

The soft peace of the evening
sinks down upon the countenance
the expectancy retreats
into her life with those pages
beyond the earth of the puffed-up
words that gave birth to her.

AI

The artificial intelligence by impulse

rotates the jackass's muzzle 

so that he stand with his eyes in the sun 

and she tells him in an iron voice, 

"Look there at the sun, you singer."

Stances d’amour : un livre qui accompagne, qui bouleverse, qui reste.

 Stances d’amour — Vlad Neagoe

Un livre qui ne se contente pas de parler d’amour : il l’ouvre, le déplie, le met à nu.

Dans ces poèmes d’une intensité rare, Vlad Neagoe explore les tremblements du désir, les silences qui brûlent, les gestes qui sauvent. Chaque stance est une chambre secrète où l’on entre sur la pointe des pieds, pour découvrir une voix qui sait unir la vulnérabilité à la puissance, la douceur à l’abîme.

Un recueil pour ceux qui aiment l’amour dans toute sa vérité : fragile, incandescent, indomptable. Une poésie qui ne cherche pas à séduire, mais à révéler.

Stances d’amour : un livre qui accompagne, qui bouleverse, qui reste.