Poezii

Nicolae Sirius Ancient Lay About Night Night before a window The Sun in her arms, He panting for life. My child Is dying, she cried. The Sun Trembled: the face Of a bearded old man alternated With the smile of a child. His eyes Were masked by the deep waves Of a cloud. Kill him, a voice murderously Whispered. The dark of the lawn Shivered its thistles. And the Night Flung the Sun towards me. Stealth Has delivered my child to this place, His father unknown. Let us strike Before he waxes to strength; And let us waltz in midnight merriment. What if it is my son, I wondered; What if I kill my very own self? Let us Dance, cried the Night, let us do The kid in. And then a knife And my hand and the blood Of the Sun. Puddles of blood on the floor Staining the boots of the dancers. And Night, dancing, pitched coils Upon coils of herself round the walls. Poetry page