Dear God, I’ve not finished yet - Magda Isanos

Dear God, I’ve not finished yet
The song you sang me when we met.
Don’t send me angels of fire and ice
Every evening, sometimes twice.

I cannot leave. The trees wishper to me so;
The flowers stand in my way and won’t let me go.
About this I’ve started a song these days,
A poem of naive wonder and praise.

I wanted to leave for people my spirit
As bread at a wayside when they stop for a minute,
To be their pasture, orchard, and sky.

For all those with whom I have no tie
And don’t know me, I desire
To be a votive light, pure fire.

I searched in the grass and clover
For secrets hidden from all. Moreover
I was looking in the well, the pond, and seas,
And I was listening – endlessly – under the fir trees…

Then the angels came and called me.
Dear God, I can’t leave, I’ve not finished, yet! Can’t you see?
Open the cage and put to fly free
My impatient songs.

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Magda Isanos (1916 - 1944) Romania
Translated by Mariana Popescu
Source: Magda Isanos, Eusebiu Camilar, Elisabeta Isanos works