About this book
Prof. Dr. Dan ANGHELESCU, poet, essayist, historian and literary critic; doctorate in philology; member of the Romanian Writers' Union; member of PEN Club Romania; member of the Union of Professional Journalists from Romania (U.Z.P.); graduate of the George Enescu Conservatory of Music in Iasi. Director (founder) of the international magazine of Southeast European culture and spirituality Carmina Balcanica. Editor-in-chief of the Antilethe magazine dedicated to commemorating the Romanian exile. Editor of Gracious Light magazine - New York. Special Restitutio Award / 2017, USR Iasi Branch. Award for nonfiction book / 2018 U. Z. P. Award of excellence awarded by Iaşi City Hall. Volumes of poetry: The sky in the water, ed. June, 1970; The world as a breeze, ed. June, 1980; Machines for crossing the soul in autumn, ed. The Romanian Book, 1983; Poems, ed. Eminescu, 1989; Petrification of memory, ed. Eminescu, 1998; And then I should have spoken, ed. Libra, 2009; À ce moment j'aurais dû parler, ed. Eikon, 2011; Unreal of temper, ed. Tipo Moldova, 2012; Excommunications of the typewriter, ed. Eikon, 2014; Speeches in Love, ed. Eikon, 2015; The ineffable burden, ed. Eikon, 2018; State of emergency, ed. Eikon, 2020. Volumes dedicated to the literature of Romanian exile, made in collaboration with Mihaela Albu: Literary magazines of Romanian exile. The lightbulb. Paris – A restitution, ed. The European Idea, 2009; Les revues littèrarires de l'exil roumaine. The lightbulb. Paris. 1948-1949 – Une restitution, ed. I.C.R., volume selected for the Paris Book Fair, March 2013; Mircea Popescu, a writer, a journalist, a conscience, ed. Museum of Romanian Literature, 2014; Vintilă Horia's essay - openings towards transdisciplinarity, ed. Aius, 2015; The essay of a former sagittarius. Vintilă Horia, ed. Aius, 2016; Mircea Popescu - a conscience of the Romanian exile, ed. Weather, 2019; The unknown writer Virgil Ierunca, ed. Aius, 2020. cry/ for you/ over/ the/ Sea/ the/ Sea I lure/ her countless souls/ and nocturnal tribes with/ her names/ all unknown/ deep and/ blue… and how salty and mad/ calling her only/ for/ you/ Talassa/ Talassa roared/ above/ they pack/ the evenings/ learned moment by/ moment when the moon/ raises huge/ spines of water/ greenness and/ algae… with/ a word/ bigger than/ itself/ the sea will/ tell you that/ I am/ with the storms/ with the fishes/ with the nets and/ the wandering/ black/ pods… and thus it is as if/ I would encompass you/ among the shells/ and silver/ stolen… towards the/ mountains/ of the moon/ night after night/ the memory climbs me/ on the astral ropes/ and/ just then/ we will feel/ in us/ how/ it is made/ long long/ the too-late... and/ I/ who/ thought/ even/ believed that I/ could invent/ great poems/ of love for you with their ancient/ and menacing/ fossil gaze/ the cities of the sea/ look/ through me/ and don’t/ hear me, don’t see me.
