Maria Magdalena Biela
Biography of Maria Magdalena Biela
I am a citizen of this wonderful world.
Maria Magdalena Biela's Works:
Tuliruusu / Trandafirul de foc,2003, translated classic poems from Finnish into Romanian language.
Hilja / Tacere,2005, translated poems of the Finnish poet Hilja Onerva Lehtinen into Romanian language.
Mountain Ash,2013, essays, acrostics, translated poems from Finnish into English language.
Maria Magdalena Biela Poems
Weep No More, My Willow Tree!
Weep no more, my Willow Tree! Fill by tears the ruffled Sea. Shiver not, hold your breath still. An it harm none, do as ye will.
I live vis-à-vis. I see you every morning naked through your wide opened windows.
The Empty Room
I stood silently watching the room it was my last time there.
The Actor And The Savages
I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers of the audience who loved him, who came young and old together to see him, to applaud him, to shout his name, to show their love and admiration for his talent, for the beauty of his art, for the gift he had been bestowed upon to give life to words. The crowd had come with good intentions, with admirable intentions; the public came with huge bouquets of flowers, live intense flowers, fragrant flowers destined to celebrate the art, the artist, the Actor. The audience had come to hear him, the Actor, to drink his words and memorize them, learn them by heart, to be transmitted to their children and their children's children as a priceless heritage.
Franciscae Meae Laudes
Novis te cantabo chordis, O novelletum quod ludis In solitudine cordis.
Written On The Wind
Written on the wind Written on the wind the words came one day, shivering, and tired, and confused.
I have collected words
The Wedding Photo
They stood there smiling in black and white holding their fingers tender and tight. They knew the secrets of a past tense heart they knew of a future 'till death do us part'.
Gardening the Eden Anchoring the clouds Earthed to be a maiden Loving all the crowds
Reveal your self and let me feel Inside your soul that’s closed with a seal Canvas of thoughts, colours of dream, Harpist of senses that shyly gleam
I’s born to never have a perfect sight, to nothing see while in the light of day, to feel, and beg and wander like a stray, until from heaven comes the light of night.
Garden Of War
The pain in their eyes, still fresh, bleeding. I know their sleepless nights,
If Need Be
Candle light, candle glow, inner sight, will to know, healing light surround me now, relieve my Spirit's darkest vow.
The Autistic Land (Sonnet)
I know you hear me, but you answer not. I beg and scream: 'Please, look into my eyes! '. Yet, silently, you scratch unopened skies. I wish I'd know your every hidden thought.
The Wedding Photo
They stood there smiling in black and white
holding their fingers tender and tight.
They knew the secrets of a past tense heart
they knew of a future 'till death do us part'.
They tell a story that starts with 'I do! '.
They dream of a lifetime witnessed by two.
They hold their crowns as King and his Queen
They know not that marriage is simply a scene.