| MEXICO, MEXICO | MEXICO, MEXICO
| Flavia Cosma |
tr. the poet with Don Wilson | Un fluture gigantic adoarme suspendat. Cât de departe alunecă gândul! Sub cerul mexican, stol de suflete albe, Intrebarea răzbate prin vremi ..........................ca o scoică cu gheare. Tot mai adânc In inima pietrei, Cuvântul trimis prin proroci, Hieroglifă de taină, barbară. In liniştea după-amiezii Un fluture galben zboară pe mare, pe val, Pe puntea cotropită de soare Sub roţi de maşini, Aripa fratelui palid Măsoară timpul mai rar. Suspended, a gigantic butterfly settles to sleep. How far thought slithers away! Below the sky of Mexico, a flight of white souls, A question makes its way through time ......................................like a shell with claws. Deeper ever deeper Into the heart of stone, The word is sent through the prophets, Hidden, barbarous hieroglyphic. In the afternoon silence Over the ocean, over the wave flies a yellow butterfly. On the sun-invaded deck Underneath car wheels, The wing of the pale brother Measures time more rarely. |
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