Nichita Stanescu

Nichita Stănescu ( born Nichita Hristea Stănescu) (March 31, 1933 in Ploieşti – December 13, 1983 in Bucharest) was a Romanian poet and essayist. He is the most acclaimed contemporary Romanian language poet, loved by the public and generally held in esteem by literary critics


  • O viziune a sentimentelor – “A Vision of Feelings”
  • Dreptul la timp – “The Right to Time”
  • 11 Elegii – “11 Elegies”
  • Necuvintele – “The Unwords”
  • Un pământ numit România – “A Land Called Romania”
  • Epica Magna
  • Opere imperfecte – “Imperfect Works”
  • Noduri şi semne – “Knots and Marks”
  • “The only real things which we take with us in the end are our own feelings, our loves, our hates and adversities. I ask myself: at the end of life, what will we leave outside? I suppose we can leave some feelings, less of hate, some of passion, but… especially of love.”
  • An animal comes
and eats a boulder.
Then a barking dog comes,
which eats a rock.
Then a sort of nothing comes,
which eats sand
Then I come and I eat this echo.
Echo of what?
Echo of “don’t know what”
  • “Sentimental story”
Then we met more often.”
I stood at one side of the hour,”
you at the other,”
like two handles of an amphora.”
Only the words flew between us,”
back and forth.”
You could almost see their swirling,”
and suddenly,”
I would lower a knee,”
and touch my elbow to the ground”
to look at the grass, bent”
by the falling of some word,”
as though by the paw of a lion in flight.”
The words spun between us,”
back and forth,”
and the more I loved you, the more”
they continued, this whirl almost seen,”
the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.”

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