Poezii

Nicolae Sirius Love now remaindered The eventide of beginnings was left hanging In the window; and the children sauntering To school saw the evening thus dangling And they laughed and scribbled on the pitch wall That they were wrapped in death unseasonably And would never return to the school-yard to play. That evening can still be seen from the window; A dancing shadow, a mirage A warrior's helmet Saprophyte and covered in rust. Whoever comes to see it, whoever lives here Has renown far through the land. But for a long time now every morning No-one has gone off to school And love has become the town's alien. We stand and look and dream in a valley Hidden deep in the eventide of beginnings. Poetry page