ISSN 1551-8086
return to home search for a contributing writer

seach for poems by title

archive of previous issues submissions information mailing list online store links to other interesting sites contact us  
  August 2005
volume 3 number 3
-table of contents-
 
  home   (archived)
 
  contributing poets
  Aurora Antonovic
  Jim Babwe
  Jack G. Bowman
  Leah Brown
  Bob Browning
  Joseph Camhi
  Britton Laine Carducci
  Oscar Carrasco
  Dan Danila
  Gregory De Feo
  Edward J DiMaio
  Peggy Dobreer
  Michael Estabrook
  Jerry Garcia
  Debashish Haar
  Matt Harris
  Jerry Hicks
  Rachel Kann
  James Keane
  Deborah P Kolodji
  Marie Lecrivain
  John Marshall
  Allen McGill
  E.W. Richardson
  Tri Tran
  John Turi
  Ms. Veronica
  Kirby Wright
 
  home
  poets
  poems
  archive
  submissions
  mailing list
  store
  links
  contact
   
Dan Danila
August 2005
   

 

bio


Theo Diamantis

    Dan Danila is a poet and painter who has lived in Leonberg, Germany since 1990. He was born in 1954 in Romania, where he graduated from the Arts High School of Sibiu/Hermannstadt. His poems, short stories, translations, and graphics have been published by leading literary magazines in Romania, Germany, Denmark, Canada, and the United States.
    Dan has published five books of poetry in Romanian. He has also translated into Romanian five book-length selections of French and German literary works by Franois Villon, Rainer Maria Rilke, Wolf von Aichelburg and Georg Scherg.
    In 2000, he won the LITERART XXI Award for his translations of Rilke's poetry. He is a member of the Romanian Writers' Association.

www.dan-danila.de

   

 

Adam

Wan like the first snow, bare,
newly born among invisible gods,
captured by the fragrance of saps,
hidden away in resonant trunks.
Deaf and dumb, unacquainted with light,
only thirsty, only asking with wondering eyes,
What? Where? and Why?
With each step, farther from Eden,
from an answer, you become ebony,
like a book, blemished by death's ink.
In the morning searching for Eve,
lied by the long, occult shadows,
your heart and your step get caught
in each clump, cluster and cobweb,
and soon you forget the original tongue,
a e i o that's all you recall.
Fear is like a glue in your mouth,
a humble, broad sheet without words...

copyright 2005 Dan Danila