Și-a făcut vioară de sticlă, vrând să vadă muzica. A urcat barca în vârful muntelui și a așteptat merea să ajungă la el. Noaptea citea \"Mersul

translated by Joanna Trzeciak Some people fleeing some other people. In some country under the sun and some clouds. They leave behind

translated by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here

translated by Joanna Trzeciak Commonplace miracle: that so many commonplace miracles happen. An ordinary miracle: in the dead of

translated by Joanna Trzeciak My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity in case I\'m mistaken. Don\'t be

translated by Joanna Trzeciak We are children of our era; our era is political. All affairs, day and night, yours, ours, theirs,

When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I

Some - thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority. Not counting schools, where one has to, and the poets themselves, there