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Friday 03 February 1995 00:02 GMT

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For copyright reasons we are not able to provide the full text of the poem on this database. Following are the details of the publication in which it appears.

Nina Cassian was born in Galati, Romania in 1924. She began her literary career in 1947, with the publication of her first poetry collection La Scara 1/1. Since then, she has published over 50 books. Her collections have included Life Sentence (Anvil, 1990), and Cheerleader For a Funeral (Forest Books, 1993). This poem appears in Call Yourself Alive?: Love Poems, translated from the Romanian by Andrea Deletant and Brenda Walker and introduced by Fleur Adcock, published by Forest Books (20 Forest View, Chingford, London E4 7AY), price £6.95.

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