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Secret Weapon: Selected Late Poems

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These spare and allegorical later poems of Romania’s great poet, Eugen Jebeleanu (1911–1991), are deeply moving expressions of collective and personal guilt from an artist whose early participation in and later disillusionment with the regime lend his work a particular, searing authenticity. Appearing in English for the first time, these profoundly unsentimental poems are politically and artistically significant lyric testimonies.

116 pages, Paperback

First published February 1, 2008

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Eugen Jebeleanu

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A debutat în 1927 cu poezii la revista Viața literară, condusă de I. Valerian. În anii '30, a lucrat ca jurnalist în presa bucureșteană de stânga. Poet ermetic în perioada interbelică, realist socialist în perioada proletcultistă.

Voce profund originală în literatura română, devine cunoscut pe plan internațional odată cu apariția volumului "Surâsul Hiroshimei", poem tradus în numeroase limbi, recitat ori cântat și acum în amfiteatrele din America Latină și Europa.

Laureat al premiului de poezie "Etna Taormina" din Italia (1971) și al premiului Herder din Austria (1973). Membru corespondent al Academiei Române în 1955, membru titular din 1974. Poemele sale continuă să fie traduse și publicate, mai ales în SUA și America Latină, dar și în Republica Moldova.

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July 28, 2013
Two poems from Secret Weapon by Eugen Jebeleanu:


The Most

Nobody could be
happier than me.

Because I endured so much,
and am still breathing
this green air.

The space in which I live
gets larger and larger.

Almost all my friends
have become blackbirds.
All I hear of them
is an occasional
flapping.

I don't care about anything
in this world full
of such weighty and guiltless
things.

Nobody could be happier
than me.



How

How hungover old age is
especially when
the only thing which still smiles at you
is the lip of the grave . . .

You can almost say what it was
through two or three trembling words
when the sea sparks dew
under clouds building palaces
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