G. FLORAN

ADAM AND EVE

When I first met Adam, it was at the Equator,
He was planting an orchard of apple trees
into a sea of sands.
He told me angrily: "Don't ask of me seeds,
for the seeds of May are not at the bearer yet."

Eve was wearing a wedding-gown and was crying
on a hilllock of sun.
"Nor my joy was at the bearer, only
the cold, reptilian song
that brought my unhappiness."

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LITTLE SONNETS

THE DUST OF TIME

Time knocked at my door last night ---

and gave me a handful of dust
from the hearth he left by the order of God;
from the threshold he gave me its dust,
and ran away;
in the dust of Time I find the yellowish gold
of my days
once set by the sun on the forehead
of my childhood,
to use it like cash on my way to heaven.

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G. FLORAN

THE STATUE OF LIBERTY

The sky of your hearts is not of mud
Its spring of light, that runs in torrents
Over the Earth, so that a sun also rises
In those eyes which watch life weeping and dying.
Right from your hearts goes up to the stars,
The eternal light enclosed in the statue,
The liberty statue - the statue of life.

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LITTLE SONNETS

LIBERATION

I've thrown my sleep into the sea of mud,
I'm no longer waiting for the rest,
coming from a minute,
I've seized the wing of my useless thought
and burnt it; I've thrown its ashes to the
new dawns,
since I no longer cross the woods of night
my days are only scraps of light,
and after all
I fear the darkness and the coming death
no more.

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G. FLORAN

THE GARDENER

That very moment the Earth became a garden,
The sky was white like a flower of light.

They told me that her gardener was I myself,
So it was decided - at the last meeting - by God.

I counted the flowers and kissed
their bright petals,
They merrily sang instead of the sad
soft wind,
That went away, because in my garden
the light had come and Christ.

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G. FLORAN

CALLS

The twinkles of sky are the stars' sounds,
Calls are the steps of my days,
Calls are the broken echoes,
hidden by silence under the mountain;
calls are the mornings of light
when flowers are singing
and the earth is praying.
Whose are they? could you say, oh, man?

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G. FLORAN

THE SONNET OF THE INFINITE

The sonnet of the infinite begins with me
The sonnet of the infinite does not end with me,
The sonnet of the infinite, - the beginning
of my life,
The sonnet of the infinite, - the beginning
of the star light,
The sonnet of the infinite does not end forever,
That's why people sing it, and mourn it
only once,
The sonnet of the infinite is heaven's
song and sigh.

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G. FLORAN

DEATH

I know he'll come and tell me:
"Take your star in your hand,
not to fade away
and take hold of my arm,
for not falling down,
dust gathered in a fir-tree tear."

My blind steps no longer groan,
nor do they sigh,
Close to the earth which kisses them
no longer
When he makes out of dark
a bridge of light for me.

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THE POEM "GOOD MORNING AMERICA"
AND ITS AUTHOR

We have published the poem "Good Morning America"
of Romanian poet G. Floran because it possesses distin-
guishing literary qualities.

Its verses contain true poetical emotional values,
through which flow a gigantic torrent of sincerity. He rep-
resents, in his ensemble a warm manifestation of friend-
ship for America and its people. The manifestation of a
true friend, who although arrived here from his distant
Romania, has brought with him together with his most
heartfelt sentiments his poem as a vibrant personal mes-
sage and a message of his people.

Mr. Floran, the author of "Little Sonnets", who is also a journalist having witnessed the manner in which the American people welcomed its new president, Richard M. Nixon, on January 20, 1969 - with applauses - and bid farewell to its former president - also with applauses - had as he has personally stated, a lyric explosion which he called "Good Morning America" although he knew that America was likewise saluted by Carl Sandburg.

Mr. Floran dedicated "Good Morning America" to
President Richard M. Nixon and through him to the Ameri-
can people, as a message of friendship, as a hymn for
liberty and happiness for the people of this world.

As to the literary value of the poem 'Good Morning America' we could have had much more to say, but we at the insistence of the author, agreed that the editor would be the one to evaluate it.

This is exactly what we have done when we decided
to publish the poem 'Good Morning America'.

The Editor

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THE AUTHOR:

G. Floran was born in Silistea-Crucii-Dolj, Romania. His educa-
tion was completed in Bucharest and he started his writing career at
the age of 17 by working for many newspapers and magazines. He
is well-known for the stories and poetry he has written for children
which were published in two volumes and for which he won many
distinguished prizes. He has also written for the theatre, radio and
television and has done a socialological study of the "Romanian Peas-
ant Revolutions." He has written about "Romania and the Two World
Wars," the "Disappearance of Imperialism in this Century." "Presi-
dent Wilson, and the unity of the State of Romania." At present he
is writing about cities, events and personalities in today's America.

In 1944 he wrote for the National Peasant Party press, the news-
paper called DREPTATEA, which was led by Iuliu Maniu and Ion
Mihalache and directed by a well-known Romanian journalist, N.
Carandino. Mr. Floran not only is a talented writer but is one of the
most courageous Romanian journalists of his generation.

For several years he has worked on different types of encyclo-
pedias and has just finished writing "The Little Sonnets", which
represent the newest lyrical form of poetry.

Mr. Floran has been in the United States since January, 1969.
After having attended President Nixon's inauguration, he wrote
"Good Morning, America".

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# GOOD MORNING AMERICA

## I

Good morning AMERICA
Good morning I tell you on the threshold
Where my steps draw me
and let me, to the repose, a burden
to embrace with my heart your lights,
that ever come down over the world,
from the burning flame of the daybreak
divine dawn of the life,
of the eternal life as the light
besides which to sip the repose for men.

-13-

GOOD MORNING AMERICA

II

Good morning AMERICA

The tyrant darkness, knave ghost,
how many a time has wanted to bite
into the immortality of your sky,
into the life of your earth,
how many a time has wanted to shoot
your song-sublime prayer,
into your heart to plant a thorn,
corpse for the ravens of the sky,
how many a time has wished?

and then to see you die

-15-

GOOD MORNING AMERICA

III

Good morning Great AMERICA
Garden of gold and light;
your voice has ever, from afar,
sang me, night by night, a brethern song,
a dream of light has planted in my dream;
with a voice of prayer, of Lincoln
the sad days like the silence-adornment
of the tomb-
where listening with their brow buried in
the soil,
the calls of the sky and the toilsome orders
that the life imposed, twinkling like the stars.

-17-

GOOD MORNING AMERICA

V

Good morning AMERICA
temple of labour and liberty -
where even now humbly officiates Jefferson
'cause the death did not give Him sleep
but life - by this He gave you life;
your life for this the death does not
freeze it;
her word, in fact, is a marvel,
the truth, I hear, to any one as she tells it
and every one fires it - a torch -
in his mind and his heart - forever shining.

-21-

GOOD MORNING AMERICA

VI

Good morning AMERICA

Good morning I tell you, with a Carpathian
voice,

now when my step has found you,
at your home, under the Heaven of God,
here where the mind was always seeking you
to bring you, an icon for the eye, bright,
to the soul - psalm, song, and poem -

Where silence could never be
in waves of blood and mud.

And in your heart had poured rust.

-23-

GOOD MORNING AMERICA

VII

Good morning AMERICA
Good morning, listen
how the times are gathering so many
on your forehead, step and sing
the eternal and holy melody;
the echo seizes it and bears it on its wing
in the universe it spreads it, scatters it
in all the hearts - flowers of light -
besides which your sun laughs and crosses
itself
under the regard of the sky, blue, serene.

-25-

GOOD MORNING AMERICA

VIII

Good morning AMERICA -
Allow me to speak out to tell you;
The one who believes in you - so severely
is crucified by the obscurity - but God
His life transplants in his body - eternity
till the day of days that is to come
with the light in all the fiords of infinite
with the serene quiet of redemption
the tears of grief - grains of dew;
our bread to plant for us.

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

IX

Good morning AMERICA

Good morning shade of Wilson

through the mists that are sinking in the Hudson
are passing the shadows of those that have

planted their blood in trenches
in the slaughter from Verdun
of the liberty of Europe, hoop of history and

ballads,

these shadows a river of blood and binding
over a torrent with waves of blood and of soil
in the flesh of our days - an oath

observed by the shadows of them and of Wilson.

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

XI

Good morning AMERICA

Where from did you take this girdle of water?

Missouri, cradle of tears of the sky,
your golden bread it gives you from ears of wheat
made of rays and clay,
your song it soothes of the griefs full of pain,
to the heart it gives strength to ever yield fruits,
and the hunger to lay ill.

The Far West on the wings of winds races
and sings,
with the death it seems to ever be in a wrestle,
the Far West and its men of legend.

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

XII

Good morning AMERICA
Good morning the sun also tells you
when the eye of California looks to the world;
California, white garden of the earth,
where the butterflies tear the heavy wings of
the wind
to not steal their flowers and light.
In San Francisco never the rust
does kiss anybody - even the Autumn when
it comes,
and its songs are white, serene
as the verses of Saint Francis.

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

XIII

Good morning AMERICA
Good morning Hollywood
the steps of the time in a rush I do hear
but the time, on your cheek, I see it does
not lay
its cinders - 'cause your sun seems to
never set
near to the horizon that ever calls you
in the blue house of God;
where nobody can go in if not called
the Pacific guards your breast and your
vineyard
its waves eternally sings you the rhapsody.

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

XIV

Good morning AMERICA

Good morning New York

Town as a country - the country of skyscrapers,
in your streets the life never does die.

The Atlantic comes near to you and looks to you
with its blue eye, of a gigantic fish,
and then takes off to the open,

happy to bear on its waves your lovely image
which it preserves as a gift for the sailors

that have not the chance to see you
when the storms in their waves make them sink.

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

XV

Good morning AMERICA
good morning to your towns - Chicago,
Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Boston
to all your settlements, from village to
Washington
to your men who are continuously searching
the truth of the life - a drop of happiness
and those generous dispose it for all
the honest men - and even for the thieves
their bread -

the bread of the men merry and sad
delight for them - men and Christs.

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

XVI

Good morning AMERICA
cradles, houses, mothers and fathers;
good morning sisters and brothers
of those that have laid down
their lives - liberty
for man from everywhere, brother.
In the Normandia, Pacific or Baragan,
that with a divine anger
they have crushed the foe
when he forged prisons from Gibraltar
to the Ural,
and from Australia
to the hemisphere of Boreal,
the death he thought is eternal for the man.

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

XVII

Good morning AMERICA
when you will have an arm of atoms
you will scatter a millenium of darkness for
the man
and you will sing as the shout of the Victory on
the Elba did shout
when the tyranny in the dust did succumb
how many of those that have revived then have
offered you their prayer
how many of them do remind that their wisdom
of today
is the bravery of your sons that will speak anew
at doomsday
from the clay where they were called by the life
everlasting
with the voice of prayer of the eternity?

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

XVIII

Good morning AMERICA,
is wished you by all through my voice,
now when your arms extend towards the sky,
the lights of cosmos, and stars that disappear,
is sought for them and their lives,
through the deep darkness of the cold moon,
Your searchings through impenetrable infinite,
with these in mind - having arrived
paths for people toward sun, toward happiness
where life is without end.

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XIX

Good morning AMERICA
give me your highways, your springs,
your sky and your earth to embrace them
with the mouth of my wounds that did not hurt
when the darkness was stealing my-light
from the eyes that had not yet seen your garden;
give me the cool of your meadows over which
glimpses of stars
to spread rays on all my moments
give me your light for those that have taken
away the darkness
when pain has broken the neck and ankle.

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA

XX

Good morning AMERICA
and give me your arm, and come,
to start, so you can see
in my heart - what mountains,
what fields and how many orchards
I bear under a sky of blood, heavy and blue,
a treasure from a tear of God;
what songs I do know, what poems,
and ballads, what prayers,
what temples, what a land and what a sky:
if you want to reach it -
you can sip its dew if you caress my brow,
because beyond it there are bountiful sources:
the sacred springs of light from the stars.

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INUL XLIi și IIIa No. 396

II. PAGINI 2000 LERI

PROPRIETAR
S. A. DREPTATEA
Abonare la
J. LUNI
3) Capital exart.
Proiect 4.000
Cateva 500.000 la 1 an.
Cont C. E. C. 1386

# Dreptatea
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Vidert 11. Iulie 1947
Sămbătă 12. Iulie 1947

REDACTIA SI
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## Grija pentru cetățeanul anonim

Am ascultat cu mult interes cuvântarea d-lui colonel Clarence M. Culp, şeful reprezentantei militare a U.S.A., rostită în sala Ateneului Român, cu prilejul celei de a 171-a aniversări a independentei americane.

Ne-au plăcut în mod deosebit spusele d-lui col. Culp, referitoare la libertatea şi viața omului american.

Vorbind despre progresul şi civilizatia ţării sale, şeful misiunii americane, a lasăt să se înteleagă că acestea se datoresc felului de viaţă liberă a americanilor. Pe drept cuvânt, omul liber, cu spiritul degajat, neterorizat şi neintimidat de fermitatea b.ciului şi de „justitia” lui, poate gândi clar, lucid. Un astfel de om creiază mai mult ca semenul lui subjugat. Munca lui este voluntară şi eficace. Efectele unei asemenea conceptii aplicată, sunt rodnice pentru colectivitate. O societate de

oameni liberi este oricând o lume liberă, civilizată cu instituţi de înalt progres care garantează liuştea şi prosperitatea tuturor.

Dacă împrejurările nu îngădue individului o emancipare acceptabilă, să ajută ceilalți; oamenii de bine, educaţi în spiritul umanitar, la şcoala libertăţii.

Restul colectivităţii realzează luminarea anonimului.

„In Statele Unite — spune d. col. Culp — cea mai mare parte a efortului național e îndreptată spre îmbunătătirea conditiunilor de viaţă ale cetățeanului anonim. Cele mai strălucite minti ale Americii se străduesc să creeze şi să interpreteze idei care să corespundă intereselor cetățeanului de rând I

Datorită acestui fel de asistentă pe care oamenii Americii ştiu să
G. Floran

(Continuare In pag. 11-a)

(Urmare din pag. 1-a)

şi-o administreze, ura de clasă şi de rasă a fost anulată de mult dincolo de ocean. Morala şi stima reciprocă au devenit crezuri de viaţă.

Cel nevoiaş — anonimul nu poate ură pe cel avut şi nici pe cel intelept. Ci le doreşte cooperarea, pe baze de egalitate, pe criterii de omenie. Numai astfel lumea nouă a ajuns la cel mai inalt grad de civilizaţie. Securitatea s-a sprijinit întotdeauna pe libertatea constiinţei generale.

Asemenea obiectiv — a continuat d. col. Culp — la care toţi oamenii au dreptul nu poate fi atins prin măsuri radicale sau manevre politice.

Almineri semenit nostrii ar avea o sarcină în plus, acela — cum a afirmat d. col. Culp — de a elabora o nouă declaratie a independentei pentru lumea intreagă, care să proclame independenţa individului faţă de ideologieile politice şi care să întărească, de astă data mai puţin libertăţile constiinţe cât şi drepturile umane fundamentale pe care întemeşorii şi părinţii Statelor Unite le-au definit ca inalienabilo şi care sunt dreptul la viaţă, la libertate şi la dobândirea fericirii”.

De vreme ce există o evanghe-
lie a libertății, atât de perfectă ca
proclamatia independentiei ameri-
cane, acel care doreşc prosperita-
tea omului anonim, n-au decât să
şi-o însuşească...

Procedând astfel câştigă timp,
slujesc democrata, civilizația și
înaltă omul. Aceasta — este che-
tia problemei. Incercând totuşi
umele experiente când avem re-
zultate practice, de pe urma pro-
clamației americane, dovedim spi-
rit de aventură și intentii parado-
xale. Ceeace — să recunoaştem —
nu-i practic atât pentru cetățeanul
de rând cât şi pentru îndrumăto-
ral de opinie.

G. FLORAN

7018 Flims-Waldhaus/GR
Switzerland

August 22,1972

Dear Dr. Kissinger,

may I tell you that the recordings I promised to
send you in my letter left for you at the Hotel Signina in Laax, are
on their way to you. These are my husband's recordings-EMI-His Masters
Voice-called Odeon in the US --Schubert's Impromptus and Moments Musicales
on one disc, Mozart Sonatas on the other. Do give us the pleasure of
telling us how you liked them. The above is our summer address, valid
until September first. Thereafter simply: 8704 Herrliberg/ZH, Switzerland.

We do hope you leafed through the little biography we
enclosed to our letter. We wanted you to see my husband photographed with
such Heads of State as Mr. Nehru, the Japanese Crown Prince, Empress Farah
Dibah etc. etc.

As indicated, we'll be briefly in the US in December
in connection with my husband's appearances with the Kansas City Philharmonic
and it would give us enormous pleasure to meet you.

We are on concert tours all over the world nine months
out of each year. We've been American citizens since 1948.

May we look forward to hear from you.

HENRY E. FREEMAN
PRESIDENT

KISSINGER, HENRY

FREEMAN INDUSTRIAL ENTERPRISES
C O R P O R A T I O N

923 FIFTH AVENUE • NEW YORK, N. Y. 10021
TELEPHONE 212 628-7300

February 1, 1972

Dr. Henry Kissinger
The White House
Washington, D. C.

Dear Dr. Kissinger:

It was a great pleasure and privilege to meet you at the theater last Saturday, and I would like to thank you for conveying my regards to Bus Mosbacher whom I have known for many years.

I have followed your outstanding career with particularly keen interest, since I was also born and raised in Germany, coming to the United States in 1938 as well.

I notice that you are frequently asked for autographs and thought you may enjoy using one of my very popular products - the automatic two-color CHROMATIC PEN, which I am sending you under separate cover in a set.

I would welcome an opportunity to see you again some time in the future, and with all best wishes, I am,

HEF:EP

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MAR 1 3 1972

CENTRAL FILES

KISSINGER, HENRY A.

Dear Mr. Freeman:

Thank you for sending me your Chromatic
Pen and Pencil Set. They are handsome in-
struments and I am sure will prove most
useful. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.

Mr. Henry E. Freeman, President
~~XFreeman Industrial Enterprises Corp.~~
923 Fifth Avenue
New York, New York 10021

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Mr. Henry E. Freeman

Henry V. Kieinger
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Julienne L. Piness

Sincerely,

apparently lost in the mail.
of this and am sorry that your package was
arrived. I regret my failure to inform you
unfortunately, the pen and pencil set never
Your February I letter was received, put
letter of March 21 to Mr. Kieinger.
I am writing to you in response to your

Dear Mr. Freeman:

March 30, 1955

KISSINGER, HENRY V.