by Ion Ionescu-Bucovu
the twilight is curling
in angles
the Sun had drowned
in the sea
and Moon between dream
and despair
is riding proudly
the Greater Bear
you sit at the bay
on my shoulder
and let yourself so
gently rocked
and look
as a rainbow
is melting
in the sea
and the sky
descending
wrapping us
in eternities
in the sweet evening
all around us
you see how close
are the silvery stars
the beautiful moment
surrounding us
in a shroud of dreams
(in my arms i can feel it
so light like a gleam)
when starry torches
sew the vault
with flowers
from a flax dress
with silvery threads
with silky threads
1 comment:
Not a gay poem, in the original Romanian version rocked, an adjective which in Romanian is accorded with the subject is feminine.
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