Poezii

Nicolae Sirius The road nonpareil The only road I knew without fail was your heart. I knew it better than the dream in the hymn Praising spring. Better than homesickness And despondence, or the wind recapping the psalms Of movement through fragrant valleys Joined to restless water-courses. The silence of leaves: blotted out >From afar, and even my touch surrendered No feeling. Did the passing of centuries Allow me the joy which is my only defence? Come, we shall have to go further And ever keep moving. Turn here: the sons of light Harvest the sap of time's vine >From the grapes growing in space. They meet in water-branches Reach through your neighbour's season of summer When gold is minted in coins. Reveries? Never. Mountains are drawn in the air And their manes are floating In the throb of the sun's hour; A child gazes to it. Poetry page