POEME ROMÂNESTI ÎN LIMBI STRĂINE

Emil BOTTA

 

The Poet and His World

 

The laurels of dreams are crowning my forehead,

the laurels of lead are shattering my temples...

My lines are ringing, stars are dropping like snow,

my hearing is deafened by some strange uproar.

So close am I to you, so far, so close,

oh, heavenly diamond, laments which in the air rose,

flocks of stars, bouquets, cascades, parades !

I am so close to you, so near,

Tutorial night, oh, dazzling Everywhere,

listen to the leaves being stripped from trees,

listen to the silver prayer of the forest !

And every evening listen to the water

falling and ringing

its talents, its fortunes, its florins,

for Isidore, for Terpsichore,

listen to the Water’s falls !

 

(English version: Gabriela PACHIA)