A Poet's Quest E-Book

Adrian Nicula

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Ophelia

I met you Ophelia in a future

Lifetime, I was another, another

Were you, more aggressive, decided,

You did not let yourself be prey of despair, but

You managed to put an end to the conflict;

You have left your parents and you have

Followed your destiny without remorse;

You have not let anything to put you down,

You've arranged yourself with life, with love,

You knew, to put priorities, never

You have put your soul, your mind in danger

And you have survived the doubts,

The antagonisms you have removed...

Leseprobe

Adrian Nicula

A Poet's Quest

Poems

“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.” NovalisBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Preface

Preface

This is a quest, a poet's quest, starting by visiting the Delphic Sibyl, like a ritual, we start to love, and we start to feel its pain. We begin to understand and to feel, what was love for an archaic man. How Love gave birth to the gods, and how love formed us as people. We visit Byron and Keats, we meet the myths of Galatea, Persephone, or Phedra, who survived in us, in our love, an we meet new myths of today like Deneuve, we understand what is melancholy doing to us, what life is doing to us. We meet people, we meet the father and we meet the father. The poet is going his way, lonely, at a distance, and from that distance he can see inside the soul of humankind, trying to understand, what is he and what are we. “English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows,” said Denis Johnson, words are the path of a poet în every language. It depends on him, if the path he has made, will be used by others. “What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?” Denis Johnson also said. What could be lonelier than a poet, who cannot be understood by his people?

Adrian Nicula, 2017/05/29

Part I

“I step naked into the street      ripe with lost poems.”  

  Federico García Lorca

The Delphic Sibyl

In your eyes I look for

The only answer.

In your gaze I look after

That deep hidden poem,

Written by life through you,

In you.

In your smile I’m looking

To catch a glimpse of the sacred!

Flowing Water

I sit on the platform, on a bench,

And my tears are flowing on my face

And in my hands.

It's dark outside

And the nigh is crying with me;

We cry together for no other reason:

I love a girl

With eyes like the sea

And with her charming voice still in my ears.

Water.

Orion

I am the beast hungry of life,

The archaic with bleeding eyes,

In the Danube valley with my ancient spear

I am hunting, wild, with shuddering instincts.

All the senses are awakened,

The throat burned with cries of battle,

Of death, borealis in the woods,

I can smell fresh traces in the snow.

I see the deer twisted with the horns

In the branches loaded with snow,

How he gets hurt by my killing tool

Detached from itself from my hand.

I lean on him, to devour him,

To rip his heart and his guts apart,

When an arrow pierces my back

And gets, golden, out of my chest.

I turn my head to:  her...

Goddess, woman; dying worship.

I fall on the warm, generous body of food,

And I am, forever, like him, only dust.

Bagatelle In Minor

I would like to be a seagull,

Floating above the view,

To dip my wings of ink

In the foam of the sea.

I call you! In the agitated flight

I'm disturbing your crepuscular silence,

I'm looking for you in vain, unremittingly...

Ah! If you would only answer my call!

From above, above the clouds, I follow you

How you cry, how you laugh, I am deceived:

You seem so close, but I lose you.

Marveled at the concert of the seas,

Ever floating, wandering,

Impassive to the rousing wind.