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Five Poems of Dorin Papa

Five Poems of Dorin Papa

I received a email from Dorin Papa  with these 5 poems

Below are the 5 poems of Dorin Papa

Dorin POPA

NOBODY  UNDERSTANDS  ANYBODY


so  many  times  I  had  absurd  claims
I  thought  my  soul  was  a  perfect  radar
for  your  steps, your  breath
your  weeping

with  ardour  and  love  we  could
finally  reach  in  peace  the  other’ s  skin
if  we  didn’ t  discover  with  disappointment
that  we  are  the  prisoners  of  our  epidermis

and  your  singing,  and  your  weeping,  and  your  look,
the  emotions,  the  incomparable  and  your  dreams
all  of  them  are  mine  for  ever

tearfully,  crying, I  hold  you  hopelessly
I  embrace  you  like  I’ ll  never  embrace  you  again
you  exist  in  me  deeper  than  in  your  heart
and  shaken,  I  whisper  to  you  from  a  distance
- nobody  has  ever  understood
anybody !



MY  DEATH - MY  LIFE


had  things not hit  me
with  such  fury
I  might  not  have  seen  them
I  might  have  never  cared  about
them
my  sadness - my  joy

sometimes  I  am  allowed  to  see
how  evil  mingles  with  good
how  from  their  combination
everything  comes  to  life
my  death - my  life

I  would  have  never  found  the  way  to  you
if  I  hadn’ t  wandered  about
if  so  many  nights  hadn’ t  blinded  me
if  I  hadn’ t  found  comfort  in  loneliness

sometimes  in  the  middle  of  the  tempest
deep  silence  overwhelms  me
and  while  I  am  hit,  battered  and  slashed
I  can  see  in  silence
how  my  death  feeds  my  life


NOWHERE


I  am  nowhere  present
nor  absent  anywhere

many  a  time had I the wish
to  cease  existing,
although  I  have  never
really  lived

nearby  the  stinging  nettle  is
in  imperial  bloom
nearby  coloured  airplanes
are  taking  off

I  have  not  been  sentenced  anywhere
but  I  can  find  escape  nowhere



REVOLVING ON AN  UNSUSPECTED SECRET  COMMAND

I’ ve always  been  thriled
by  the  moment  when men  lose  their  little  wings,
by  the  moment  when  they  begin  to  slowly  revolve
around  their own lives
with  a  kind  of  frenezy
with  the  same  amazement  I’ ve  always  watched
intrigued  how  my  fellow  creatures  plunge  into  their  lives
with  indifference
with  indifference  and  fatigue
with  a  sweet  and  sad  exhaustion - like  a  stone
surreptitiously  my  friends  revolve themselves  into  silence
- some  easily, with  discrete  smiles,  as if  joking
- some  others,  resolutely, stubbornly
hasten to shake their flakes  off
and  in  vain do I  call  out to them,  in  vain do I  shout  in  despair
and  pull  them back by their  feet …
they have sunk  into  their  lives  to  their  waist,  to  their  ears
they don’ t  want, oh,  they don’ t  want  to  hear  anything  but
the nourishing  sound
of their  revolving around  this  world, this  life,  this  death
oh, my  friends  have  all  disappeared
swallowed  by  their  dull, hungry  brown - desperate  lives
and  I, strange  and  immature, see  how  the  possible  is narrowing
how  it  turns  into  a  spot,  into  a  trace
into  the  dim  breath  of  a  memory,
and afterwards  nobody  can  remember  anything  about  it

CONFESSION IN DECEMBER

so  many  times  have  I  asked  the  other
to  take  a  right  view  of  things
but  I  haven’ t  done  so!

All  my  condemnations
have  stayed  in  front  of  me  for  years,
but  I  couldn’ t  follow  them
I  didn’ t  know  to  understand  them
I  couldn’ t  see  them
to  the  end
never
anything
have  I  known  to  expiate  to  the  end!

my  youth  only  elapses,
joy  only  elapses,
life  only  elapses,
my  guilt  remains  unchanged
- never,  anything  have  I  known  to  expiate
to  the  end;

I’ ve  always  been  harshly  asking  the  other
to  take  a  right  view  of  things,
but  I  haven’ t  done  so!

and  now,  when  I  am  no  longer  expecting  anything
my  hope
is  stronger  than  ever.
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Dorin POPA, Ph.D.
Professor,
"Al.I.Cuza" University, RO,
Dept. of Journalism & Communication Sciences

Dorin Papa

http://dorinpopa.wordpress.com/


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2 comments:

MEcoy June 15, 2013  

those were nicely written poems