Monday, May 9, 2016

Rara Avis

În mine se zbate o pasăre măiastră
zilnic, cu pieptul la fereastră,
mă rog să-i vină curaj să zboare
mă rog să fie pasăre călătoare,
mă rog să nu rămână
țin post
nu mănânc, nu beau o săptămână
aș da orice să nu fiu adăpost
altora -
pielea mea nu mă mai poate adăposti
nici măcar pe mine.

3 comments:

  1. I am reading your poems in English translation, courtesy of Google's translate function. I apologize that I cannot read them in their original (Romanian?). Even in a very loose translation such as this, your poems have power and hunger and magic. Thank you for sharing your poems.

    -Josephine

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    1. Hey, Josephine, I am very very much flattered to be reading this! Maybe some day I will try to translate them in english! Thank you for dropping by and for your appreciation! Means a lot to me :)

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    2. May I ask how come you've came across my blog? Just out of curiosity. :)

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