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
Source: Poezii Romanesti
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