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An Old Poetry

traducere dupa un text de Silviu Dachin

2 min lectură·12 august 2013

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I thought love was a colorful bird

they said no love was a closed gate

as they were many I believed them

but not entirely

and I was right because there I was one day gone after love

and there is no gate here only a cradle we stop near it and cry

as our mothers taught us when we were little

until when from out of the blue the angel falls down grabs as by the armpits

through its pierced palms we can see the earth

but we go on crying

through its pierced palms we see the sky

but we go on crying

for we are helpless

to the ground and the sky

He says few words

he only lifts and puts us in the cradle

He starts to rock the cradle

back and forth back and forth

as our fathers taught us when we were little

then at his command wings grow on us and to the left or to the right a person in love

whose wings seal with ours

from now on the Angel says you two walk together

the cradle vanishes the Angel walks in front preoccupied with some tasks

and we are left in pairs

somewhere between sky and earth

nicely dressed surrounded by all kinds of friends

astonished happy and perpetual

just like a colorful bird

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Alina Maria Ivan. “An Old Poetry.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/alina-maria-ivan/poezie/14034155/an-old-poetry

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