Marin.mihalache - creaţii proprii
- The peaceful side of myself
The clock on the tower
has been broken and the time
like the ashes of the sun
it is still dropping upon us
- Caznele lui Sisif
Urcă Sisif bolovanul pe munte
Un bolovan uriaș nu o cruce
El muntele e osândit să îl mute
Nu Golgota din sine să-o urce.
- Resurrection
From the tree of the cross,
Stairway to heavens,
White angels are descending
Like the snow on the lambs
- It ought to be
It ought to be
A harbor for innocent
Victims, martyrs,
Lambs slaughtered
- Fields of Grass
You, fields of grass
Place of interment
For our old bodies
Tired of travails
- The Pilgrimage
Like pilgrims going
In a faraway country
Arriving at the border
Where there is
- Hatching
The coiled roof
Of unseen canopy
Plump eggshell
Of gravid earth.
- Noon Acedia
Lord, pass from me this cup
Of the quagmire and despondency
Rancorous feeling of ashes
Flames of the dark fire
- The Bohemian Cemetery
The one who dares to cross
The verge of night alone
Needs wings of cherubim
On shoulders, no hands.
- Road Signs
Under the clear azure
Of Voronet monastery
Souls seeking that beauty
That saves and inspires

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