by Dumitru Velea
A bird has sprung out of the labyrinth -
its song is filling in the Universe.
Its head rests on its wings,
blood drips from its shadow.
Soot flows my forehead -
and the heavens devour our flesh.
Translated by Mariana Zavati Gardner
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Dumitru Velea
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Velea Dumitru was born in 1948. He graduated from the Faculty of Philology Craiova, 1973. UNITER and is a member of the Writers' Union of Romania (Drama Department).
Last updated January 16, 2014