God forgot me, thinking me over
until the thought
became for me flesh.
Leaves forgot me
ashading me over
until the unseen
became for me seen.
I am sitting like someone's
supposed to remind me over
and in the meantime,
nibbled by air and snowed over,
in anyone my light's blowing out.
Translator: Vasile Andreica
see more poems written by: Nichita Stănescu
