ŞI POEZIA E UN SOMN
Şi poezia e un somn
Din care nu te mai trezeşti,
Cu ochii larg deschişi sub mari,
Visînd la spasmele lumeşti,
Cu perle pleoapele plîngînd
Sărate buzele albeşti,
Nefericit, înspăimîntat,
Printre comori piratereşti,
Păreri de rău ca nu-nţelegi
Mişcarea gurilor de peşti,
In calmul monştrilor sorbit,
Măcar astfel să te fereşti,
Fără să fii de tot primit,
Nici înecat, nici viu nu eşti
Sa poţi trînti o poartă grea,
Să tragi perdele la fereşti.
Şi poezia e un somn
Din care nu te mai trezeşti.
POETRY IS A SLEEP TOO
Poetry is a sleep too
Of which you never wake up,
With your eyes widely open under the seas,
Dreaming of the worldly spasms,
With pearls the eyelids weeping,
The salt lips you whiten,
Unhappy, frightened,
Among piratical treasures,
Regrets for not understanding
The movement of the fish mouthes,
Into the calm of the monsters sipped,
At least so to stay away,
Without being all received,
Not drowned, nor alive you are,
To be allowed to shut a heavy door,
To draw the curtains at the windows.
Poetry is a sleep too
Of which you never wake up.
POETRY IS A SLEEP TOO
Poetry is a sleep too
Of which you never wake up,
With your eyes widely open under the seas,
Dreaming of the worldly spasms,
With pearls the eyelids weeping,
The salt lips you whiten,
Unhappy, frightened,
Among piratical treasures,
Regrets for not understanding
The movement of the fish mouthes,
Into the calm of the monsters sipped,
At least so to stay away,
Without being all received,
Not drowned, nor alive you are,
To be allowed to shut a heavy door,
To draw the curtains at the windows.
Poetry is a sleep too
Of which you never wake up.
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