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Nichita Stãnescu Poetry Poetry is the weeping eye it is the weeping shoulder the weeping eye of the shoulder it is the weeping hand the weeping eye of the hand it is the weeping soul the weeping eye of the heel. Oh, you friends, poetry is not a tear it is the weeping itself the weeping of an uninvented eye the tear of the eye of the one who must be beautiful of the one who must be happy. From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes" english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru. Poetry page