#Marin Sorescu

[soracities]

Marin Sorescu, "Getting Used to Your Name" (trans. Gabriela Dragnea) [ID'd]

[mournfulroses]

Marin Sorescu, tr. by Michael Longley & Joanna Russell-Gebbet, from "Map,"

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

"Lava. It poured out, hot and steaming, with a gentle hiss, like silk thrown over shoulders... brr! and... brownish, like coffee grounds dough..."

— Marin Sorescu, Three Front Teeth, 1977

[appointmentwithmryeats]

Excerpted from The Translations of Seamus Heaney by Seamus Heaney and edited by Marco Sonzogni. Published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Copyright © 2022 by The Estate of Seamus Heaney. Introduction and editorial material copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.

[reading-by-the-sea]

[elizabethanism]

"What a sanctuary, to sit head in hands, in the middle of the soul."

Marin Sorescu

[itsthesoulthatserotic]

[various-stormsnsaints]

#90

[thoughtfulgardenerpirate]

Ok am nevoie sa se știe: I am a Iona (Marin Sorescu) simp! E atât de wet and pathetic! Og Blorbo I am rotating him in my mind like a microwave.

Like serios, e un personaj perfect, și perfect de relatable, și perfect de Just A Guy, și nu pot sublinia îndeajuns cât de ud și de patetic!

Doresc grav sa văd fics și fanart cu el, ca și când ar fi un personaj într-un serial mainstream!

[atarifront]

The sea shell.

[hopernicus]

Ep. 225. Ziua Scriitorilor! "Dezmostenit", autor Marin Sorescu

Lectura Alexandru Cazan. La multi ani, scriitorilor lumii!

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

"He had returned to the normal course of life. But he didn't feel nearly as happy as he had thought, because he missed the familiarity. A patient once cured of a terrible illness used to complain and even shout: 'Oh no, where is my pain?'"

— Marin Sorescu, Three Front Teeth, 1977

[appointmentwithmryeats]

Excerpted from The Translations of Seamus Heaney by Seamus Heaney and edited by Marco Sonzogni. Published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Copyright © 2022 by The Estate of Seamus Heaney. Introduction and editorial material copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.

[from-a-spiders-web]

I have hidden inside a sea shell but forgotten in which. Now daily I dive, filtering the sea through my fingers, to find myself… “The Sea Shell” by Marin Sorescu 

[elizabethanism]

“Water: no matter how much, there is still not enough.

Come rain, come thunder, come deluged dams washed away,

Our thirst is unquenchable.”

Marin Sorescu, translated by Seamus Heaney