POEME ROMÂNESTI ÎN LIMBI STRĂINE

 

Marian RUSCU

 

when a clown cries

when a clown cries
and the audience laughs
his soul, beyond the clouds,
hangs itself from the air.

 

come and see

come and see,
 with your own eyes
look at the branches loaded with fruits
that are in bloom again in full summer,
and at the tear of dew that rains
in a drop of white frost.

come and see
and maybe you come to believe.

 

up to the last bit of it

the river no longer gets lost.
No more thirsty it quietly breathes.
It buries itself deeply and slowly
under the wells,
whence it leaves itself sipped
up to the last bit of it.

 

an uncertain tomorrow

an uncertain tomorrow
keeps wandering in my dream,
keeps scattering in the house,
where the candle has grown old unburnt.

an uncertain tomorrow,
today just a root.
body crucified in the embers.

  
temporary decision

One is absent when they call the roll,
it could be I.

Lord has looked for me in my thoughts
and has decided  I am not prepared
for the starry world.

I fail to know  what I miss,
but I know what I could miss.

I am still present when they call the roll.

 

with garlands of mistletoe in the plaits

at the board fence,
among banks of green,
the oak-trees are morose,
born to be  century-old,
with garlands of mistletoe, ever green, in the plaits.
proud, thirsty,
with forte voices and in low octaves,
with legendary look,
far away in eternity.

at the board fence,
among banks of green.  

Translations by Olimpia IACOB