Poezii

Nichita Stãnescu Adolescents on the sea This sea is covered with adolescents learning to walk on waves, upright, sometimes resting their arms on the currents, sometimes gripping a stiff beam of sunlight. I lie on the broad beach, an angled shape, cut perfectly, and I ponder them like travelers landing. An infinite fleet of yawls. I wait to see a false step, or at least a grounding up to knee in the diaphanous swell beneath their measured progress, sounding. But they are slim and calm - as well, they've learned to walk on waves - and standing. Poetry page