Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 15 – Poetry mood


I am known for hating poetry, but even an insensitive soul like me has a favorite poem. I stumbled into it today while organizing the files in my computer and decided to share it with you guys. So, here it is the favorite poem of someone who mostly hates poetry.

Lead – George Bacovia

The lead coffins were lying sound asleep,

And lead flowers and funeral garments –

I stood all alone in the crypt… and it was wind…

And so,  the lead wreaths creaked.


My love of lead was twisted sound asleep,

On flowers of lead and I began to shout

I stood alone besides the corpse… and it was cold…

And he was hanging down his wings of lead.

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu