POEME ROMÂNESTI ÎN LIMBI STRĂINE

Marin SORESCU

 

Solemnly

 

I’ve carried all my papers

By hand

Onto a large field,

I’ve sowed them solemnly

And tilled them deep

With a plough.

 

Let me see what’s going to spring

Out of these thoughts,

Out of joys, out of sorrows, out of happiness

In winter, in spring, in summer and in autumn.

 

Now I’m walking

On the black field

Hands at my back,

More anxious with each day.

It’s out of the question

That all of my letters have been rotten !

 

Without fail,

One day

This field will be covered with flames

And I’ll walk among them solemnly

An emperor like Nero.

(English version: Gabriela PACHIA)