Meditations
de Florin Vasiliu(2014)
1 min lectură
Mediu
Eminescu
At the country's wheel
on a spoke, near the rail
a golden nail.
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The water bewitched
engages in jug
the void from the clay
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You broked my pitcher.
Taking me all its void
giving it to nobody.
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A whole life, with the chisel
into the marble of the paper
looking for the absolute...
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I'll give a lot' My God
to have back my time
for running in another eve
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I let my self at ease
on the edge of Time.
Void begun today
The translation by Ștefan Benea and Rodica Ștefănescu