{"product_id":"elegy-of-the-seasons-in-vasile-poenaru-9798719757421","title":"Elegy of the Seasons in the City without Domes: Poems","description":"\u003cp\u003eMelancholy pervades all in this wonderful poetry selection written in a crystalline lyrical voice with a taste for urban beauty.\u003cbr\u003eToronto, Canada is the city of the poet's love and admiration.\u003cbr\u003eNature, in all its four seasons' splendor, is perceived through the panoramic vision of buildings, crowds, and vehicles as a life giver and as an echo of the poet's sweet sadness or deeply moving longing and meditation.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eI Love the Light of Sunset in the City\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI love the light of sunset in the city, \u003cbr\u003eThe gentle touch of the wind, \u003cbr\u003eThe splash of my memories, \u003cbr\u003eThe ticking of the clock tower, \u003cbr\u003eThe abrupt rhythm of our passing life, \u003cbr\u003eWe do not hear it and do not feel it until tomorrow.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTomorrow we remember yesterday or a fantasy, \u003cbr\u003eOr an infallible gesture or a hope, \u003cbr\u003eMade from our passion or a whisper, \u003cbr\u003eDivine and young, under the stars...\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI love the sunset in the city, \u003cbr\u003eA diamond on the roofs, \u003cbr\u003eRays in your blue, restless lashes, \u003cbr\u003eWhat are you thinking about?\u003cbr\u003eI was walking around the city ... Myself and God.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eSaint Elijah\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSaint Elijah with cloudbeard, blue thunder eyes, \u003cbr\u003eIn the sky, he throws sparks, shakes the stars, \u003cbr\u003eYou once brought me gladioli, what thrilling flowers, \u003cbr\u003eCried with your tears, sprinkled with shades of red and yellow...\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eToday, the years of the time seem dreams, the years of youth, \u003cbr\u003eI live an exile of thoughts, polished with the gold of lonely sunsets, \u003cbr\u003eAnd yet time triumphs, makes promises to me, \u003cbr\u003eAbout youth without old age and life without death.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWho am I supposed to believe? How did I fall into this trap?\u003cbr\u003eWhen I feel like I'm a child, even though I have silver hair strands, \u003cbr\u003eOn my shoulders the sun was still kissing me, with passion, \u003cbr\u003eIt was Saint Elijah when you brought me gladioli and tears.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eMay Morning\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHey, morning full of sun, your eyes full of color, Spring, \u003cbr\u003ePaint with azure and cheeks with cherry blossoms and raspberries, \u003cbr\u003eI stretch out my bare arms, in a frantic embrace, \u003cbr\u003eIn the air fragrant and powdery with aromas of flower.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMay only blossomed in one evening, \u003cbr\u003eWhen I was sitting and watching on the terrace, the sky overflowed with stars, \u003cbr\u003eBraided on the shawl on my frozen, desperate shoulders, \u003cbr\u003eUnder your touch, when you whispered: spring is coming!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOn the glossy asphalt my steps are measured, with a slight trot, without a care, \u003cbr\u003eWhen the wind smashes my soaked scarf with perfume of iris and butterfly, \u003cbr\u003eMay intimidated by the nonchalance of your words, \u003cbr\u003ePlated with the sun of my expectations, ordinary...\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eClaudia Manta\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBorn in Bucharest in 1969, Claudia Manta obtained her Law degree and, after practicing law in the Bucharest Bar, she immigrated to Canada in 1996.\u003cbr\u003eAfter a period of adaptation in the adopted country, Claudia had the chance to work with a prominent lawyer-Gerald Sternberg-in a bohemian memorial house and historical monument on Charles Street, in Downtown Toronto.\u003cbr\u003eThe years spent in the law office, the beauty and uniqueness of the city were the source of inspiration for many of her poems.\u003cbr\u003eThe mother of two extraordinary boys, she dedicated her life to her family and her husband who she followed to Canada, although her soul has always remained lyrical and Romanian.\u003cbr\u003eRomanian literature and her longing for her native country have never left her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/b\u003e Vasile Poenaru,Claudia Manta\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eISBN-13:\u003c\/b\u003e 9798719757421\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublisher:\u003c\/b\u003e Independently Published\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage:\u003c\/b\u003e English\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublished:\u003c\/b\u003e 03\/10\/2021\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePages:\u003c\/b\u003e 76\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat:\u003c\/b\u003e Paperback\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWeight:\u003c\/b\u003e 0.25lbs\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSize:\u003c\/b\u003e 9.02h x 5.98w x 0.16d","brand":"Vasile Poenaru","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":48851977961727,"sku":"9798719757421","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/www.whiterainbookhouse.com\/products\/elegy-of-the-seasons-in-vasile-poenaru-9798719757421","provider":"WR Book House","version":"1.0","type":"link"}