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Sep 2022
Little by little she became a word,
bundles of soul on the wind,
a dolphin in the clutches of my eyebrows,
a stone provoking rings in water,
a star inside my knee,
a sky inside my shoulder,
and I inside I.

by Nichita Stanescu, translated by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru
one of the most wonderful poets in my view, Nichita Stanescu
irinia
Written by
irinia  where East meets West
(where East meets West)   
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     Weeping willow and irinia
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