Mircea Dinescu Poems

You catch that cat, shouted the Regent,
For it the Law can't be so linient,
The foreign cat which does not give a dime
The Balkan cat, illegal and supine
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As the potato flowers are in bloom
You take the road which ever us do part?
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The visages of gods have long since withdrawn
to the labels on tins.
Only the hosts of elders still abide
to watch a made-up church through pouring rain
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From the day I was born
I've been putting my whimpers
in the service of artists destroyed through starvation.
Had I been preserved in an alcohol cylinder
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You're telling me the rats have nibbled the church down to its roots,
oh my sad mother,
but even so our faith is more a matter
of bread and wine.
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Venerable Marx, if you lived in these lands
You would be quickly clean shaven and sent to a school for re-education.
The fact that even the cows from the East
Which grazed near the railway line
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