SUMMER METEORS 2025 – A MINI-ANTHOLOGY OF SARM
By Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
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In the summer of 2025, the Romanian Society for Meteors and Astronomy (SARM) organized three astronomy camps in Runcu Stone.
In one of them I coordinated a youth astropoetry show on August 2.
Two mini-anthologies resulted, the first being this one:
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SUMMER METEORS 2025
(English translation by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe)
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Perseus flew away
riding the winged horse Pegasus.
Perseid meteors (his children)
learned to carry their flight
further on their own.
(Andrei Dorian Gheorghe, Bucharest)
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The sky is the inheritance
that we received for free.
How about we imagine
that we belong to
a meteor shower?
(Valentin Grigore, Targoviste)
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Meteors fall,
the night cries living sparks,
longing in ephemeral flight.
(Alex Vizitiu, Bucharest)
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In my city
light pollution blinds me,
many cars produce sonic pollution
and I often run the risk of being hit
by bikes, cars and careless people.
But in the mountains
I discover the silence of the stars,
and the high meteors cannot hit me.
(Andrei Dorian Gheorghe, Bucharest)
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Beautiful stars were falling in the sky,
they made me forget the longing of your heart.
Your eyes lit my way
and I saw melancholy in the night
of the shooting stars.
(Alexandru David Datcu, 18 years old, Bucharest)
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I spend the summer under the stars,
I make good friends there.
Although sometimes there are clouds,
we play or more we learn about the sky.
When the weather is good,
we walk through the forests.
We love trees for their fruits,
we stay and admire nature
undisturbed by man.
The night is the main act,
stars unseen in the city appear in various forms,
you can see the Milky Way,
meteors or even a few fireballs.
(Sophia Maria Andrei, 12 years old, Targoviste)
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Shooting stars are seen,
traveling stars are seen,
needles of light in the sky
catching your eye for a moment,
and you try to make a wish
in a dying stone.
But until you utter the wish,
it disappears.
(Ariel Voicu, 13 years old, Bucharest)
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A fireball and a meteorite
just met.
“Hey fireball, how are you?
You run again, you shoot again
to the chariot of the Universe?”
And the fireball said:
“How dare you judge
my power, the stars
and all the heavenly phenomena?
I am a king, a gorgeous fireball,
a master of the night sky!
I laugh even in the face of death!"
But… the last words of the fireball
did not register.
He fell and was declared dead.
And so, our meteorite
remained alone
and kept thinking about his fate
until a geologist arrived
and took him home for study.
And our meteorite was admired
on a table.
Happy, he fell asleep.
(Maya Pop, 15 years old, Brasov)
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Meteors, heavenly tears,
I am alone... you watch over me.
The diurnal motions pass,
I go too, leave no trace,
earthly lights put stars in urns
to end their lives...
Nocturnal brass bands sing longingly.
(Stefan Cristache, 17 years old, Targoviste)
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I was missing like
the wave of a low tide is missing.
You left me like
the Moon leaving the sky.
I waited for you
setting your suns.
You deceived me like
the stars deceiving meteors.
(Alec Bartos, Cluj-Napoca)
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Full guitar
With electric stars,
Boiling sky.
(Constantin Kapitza, Bucharest)
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A famous astronomer asked me:
“What do the main summer meteor showers
symbolize to you?”
I answered him:
“Waters of the sky (Southern Delta Aquariids)
tell us not to let ourselves be pushed
by the horns of life (Alpha Capricornids),
but to cherish the flight (Kappa Cygnids)
and meteor-like bravery
that faces the atmosphere (Perseids).”
(Andrei Dorian Gheorghe)
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