Season’s end

Autor : Nichita Stanescu - Eng

I was so very aware
that the afternoon was dying in the domes,
and all around me sounds froze,
turned to winding pillars.

I was so very aware
that the undulant drift of scents
was collapsing into darkness,
and it seemed I had never tasted
the cold.

Suddenly
I awoke so far away
and strange,
wandering behind my face
as though I had hidden my feelings
in the sensless relief of the moon.

I was so very aware
that
I did not recognize you, and perhaps
you come, always,
every hour, every second,
moving through my vigil – then –
as through the spectre of a triumphal arch.

From the book „Bas-Relief with Heroes”
english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.

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