Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Eventide - Nicolae Sirius

The birds, oh the birds!
In my soul they take wing
In my blood they take wing
In my hands they take wing
The birds, oh the birds!

What wind blows in my bones
As in a house without glass
Nests in my thoughts
Yet cannot find rest?
If evening now, what evening?
Is it a mad dog attempting
To die, which tears
The moon apart and the river
And my body, and finally slips off
Into a valley?
Oh what an evening!

Nicolae Sirius (born 1950) Romania
Translated by Dr Walter Tonetto

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