Author Archives: Nicolae Sfetcu

Out of the mid-wood’s twilight  Into the meadow’s dawn,  Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,  Flashes my Faun!    He skips through the copses singing,  And his shadow dances along,  And I know not which I should follow,  Shadow or song!   … Read More

It’s an illusion. Nobody hear you. You are not so important. The breath of wind is important. The colors are important. The space of time. The time of space. The Essence. Not you. You are the creation of the essentials. … Read More

This was our last,  Last sunset,  The last kiss,  The moment we shared,  We cherished it well,  How we spent it was well enough to make me cry,  The sunset was beautiful as if I can kiss the sky,  As … Read More

The groves were God’s first temples. Ere man learned  To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,  And spread the roof above them,—ere he framed  The lofty vault, to gather and roll back  The sound of anthems; in the darkling … Read More

Rockets red glare bombs bursting in air oh and the eardrums them too — bursting A night of fire and foom of shells that go boom bright light and sudden arc colors across the sky flies in the light of … Read More

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends … Read More

By an ordinary man I mean a person with no connection among politicians and trying to live honestly. So, a person that has no chance to live decently in Romania. Who is right in the political struggle exacerbated in recent … Read More

Autumn sonnet: Allegro Celebrates the peasant, with songs and dances, The pleasure of a bountiful harvest. And fired up by Bacchus’ liquor, many end their revelry in sleep. Adagio molto Everyone is made to forget their cares and to sing … Read More

WHAT crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by;  A Telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky:  Long is it as a barber’s pole, or mast of little boat,  Some little pleasure-skiff, that … Read More

I see trees of green…….. red roses too I see em bloom….. for me and for you And I think to myself…. what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue….. clouds of white Bright blessed days….dark sacred nights And … Read More

A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tree. It lifts existence on a plane of … Read More

I DREAM’D in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the  whole of the rest of the earth;  I dream’d that was the new City of Friends;  Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust … Read More