Atavism - Marin Sorescu

Looking through the window has become a tic,
Everyone looks through the window.
They read, they wash, they love, they die
And every now and then they rush
And look through the window.
What do you want to see?
Who are you looking for?
Forget about it, who was to come has come,
Who was to go has gone,
What was to pass you by has passed.
Drop the curtains,
Pull the shutters
And take your blood pressure again.
Having seen it all, rains, wars,
Sunshine, moles, events,
Repeated over and over all the same,
I don't think mankind seriously wants
To see anything else.
Yet, here it is glued to the windows,
A blank in the eyes.

Added by: Adina Speranta

Translator: Vasile Andreica
Language: English


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