Sunday, September 1, 2019





We long forever for the Sea
from the sea of Remembrance
We long for the Distance
from the distance to the Horizon

We long forever for the Sky
from the sky of Memory
We long for the Ephemeral
from the ephemeral in Nature

We long for the Unborn
in all that is born
or the unknown
in what is known


Within you lies the poet
Within you, poetry
Within you lies the prophet
Within you, the prophesy

Within you lies the Voice
Within you the Unspoken
Within you lies the Thought
Within you the Never-thought

Within you the Quest
Within you the Fathomless
Within you the Question
Within you lies the Answer


Nothing unchanged
Nothing impermanent
Nothing undiscovered
Nothing ignorant


Remembrance lies hidden
in all that is unknown
Immortality is hidden
in all that has been lost

Find the Truth
In what  you have forgotten
Only he is All-knowing
of all that is created.


He who still longs to put
his feelings into poetry,
who is a guest at this royal banquet
inspiring his humble fantasy

Who brings all he has as offering
to Him who is Life itself,
who forever returns to the sources
and learns anytime from the advice

Of anyone willing to teach him,
who dares look on in silence—
and find in random deeds
Him who, Alone, fully knows their pain

And keeps them alive through Love—
who tries to capture in poems
the living Essence hidden in secret potions,
extracting from Life’ canvas

What the Painter wished to show
through shadows on the Face of Immortality;
who dares to speak to humankind
with ephemeral verses

Dipping his quill in mute despair,
reviving hope, spreading with words
his love of all there is
and all he has learned;

Who once had so much to say
with his contrived rhymes—
could he then write one more poem
that is not the one of the endless Silence?


Only one petal
enwraps the Universe
Only one vestal
gives wing to the verse

Only one quest
beckons the pilgrim
Only one event
encounters destiny

Only one gaze
searches infinity
Only one memory
preserves the unconquered

Only one resurrection
saves humanity
Only one wealth
is no burden to nature

Only one essence
lives alive is in all
Only one absence
makes us whole

Only one path
leads you to yourself
Only one question
makes answers live

Only one thought
opens the door to freedom
Only one song
makes all experience soar.



ELENA LILIANA POPESCU (1948, Turnu Măgurele, Romania). Ph.D. in Mathematics, Professor at the University of Bucharest, Romania. She is poet, translator and editor, member of the Writers' Union of Romania and the Romanian PEN Centre. She has published more than 50 books of poetry and translations from English, Spanish. Her poems, translated into more than 20 languages, have been published in various volumes, anthologies and magazines in Albania, Argentina, Australia, Bangladesh, Bolivia, Brazil, Canada, Chile, Colombia, Cuba, El Salvador, Estonia, Germany, Hungary, India, Italy, Mexico, Mongolia, Nicaragua, Pakistan, Poland, Puerto Rico, Republic of Moldova, Romania, Serbia, Spain, Taiwan, Turkey, Uruguay and USA. She has curated numerous poetry volumes, monographs and essays. She has published translations in literary magazines from the works of over one hundred authors. She has participated in several literary events abroad (Brazil, Chile, Cuba, France, Italy, Mexico, Spain, Nicaragua, Turkey and USA).

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