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from Exuviae  I squat in the middle of the room. I find it hard to talk about myself in the past. And today, only a specific kind of music, sometimes, or some dizzying book can make all the multitudes you are made of get along, keep together, come back docilely to your

At the crossroads of trade routesthe essential slips memory, as in a kindof huge slaughterhouse, where odorsslacken and there's only smoke in the sky. by Mariana Marin (b. 1956)

The Secret Correspondence between Mihai Eminescu and Veronica Micle Halfway through last year, a genuine editor's bomb was being thrown on our cultural market: the Polirom publishing house based in Iaşi had issued – and was launching on 15 June – a volume of secret

An attentive look upon the history of great literature will reveal a few examples of true love consumed between creators and their inspiring Muses, most often devouring passions that gave birth to unforgettable literary heroes and heroines. Perhaps the most controversial

In our contemporary world, where everything seems to fall under a certain law of 'energetic decline', where everything degenerates and wears out, the fact of femininity is a miracle that is not being discussed enough. by Constantin Noica (1909-1987)

I am lying on the groundwhile the earth longs for me:beneath it, a Mistress-with-no-name,beneath it, a Mistress-with-no-voice. by Carolina Ilica (b. 1951)

excerpts CHAPTER IMother's Poor Little Things Mara, bless her heart, was now a widow with two children, poor little things, but she was young and healthy and hard-working, and God allowed that she got lucky again. As a matter of fact, when he lived, Bârzovanu, her

Mrs. Hortensia Papadat-Bengescu has written, after the model of the English novel, the moral and sentimental story of a family, a study of ramified psychology, probing into the deepest feelings of the collective clan and family life that changes from generation to generation

from A Concert of Bach's Music The Amzei Church had donned a festive appearance. People had started coming as early as three o'clock, and by four – the time of the ceremony – the street was crowded with carriages and automobiles. An archbishop was serving.

I set out on my exile into myself,you are my countrywhich I can no longer approach,you are the country where I was bornand learnt to speak,I know only you in the world. I swam in your eyes so oftenreturning to shore with my body all blue,I navigated you so many timeswatching

In no fight, therefore nor in the one fought today by women around the world, as well as by women closer to our soul, Romanian women, to claim their right to social life, have women ever been militant. But their voice may accompany the warlike onset of their hawkish sisters,

JEALOUSY(excerpt) For an hour, in the copse where they had stopped for their midday meal, Stavro refused to tell the story of his childhood which he had touched upon in the hayloft. He didn't really object; he was in a mood for evoking youthful memories, but he wished