Autumn is here, let's find something to cover my heart,
the shade of a tree, or your shadow - that would be smart.
Sometimes I fear I'm never gonna see you again
and wings will grow on my back piercing the clouds unto rain
and you're going to hide in a stranger's eye
and a leaf of absinthe wormwood's gonna close it thereby.
And then I walk near the rocks and shut up,
picking words and smothering them in the sea.
Whizz, ye moon! Lo! arise! I'll change you up
into a great love. Let be.
Translator: Vasile Andreica
see more poems written by: Nichita Stănescu
