You were the best poet I heard.
It was an honour to be near you
And be taught by you. You need three things
To live well: a good heart, a trained mind, and
A gut paved with metal.
Nicu, today I sing about you again.
Nobody else could turn sixty years
--This poem is from The Wooden Tongue Speaks, by Bogdan Tiganov, soon to be published by Honest Publishing.