Cea din urma simfonie
Pentru Daniel
Zvacneste tampla nametita,
se zbate-ngandurarea grea
din umbra stinsului amurg
clipeste palid steaua mea.
Cand va pieri lucirea ei,
tu sa nu plangi apusa stea,
indurerata-ti lacrima
va sangera pe crucea mea.
Te voi veghea din vesnicie
si daca-aici aur nu-ti las
ramane sufletu-mi faclie
sa-ti fie far in negrul ceas.
Voi fi-n soaptele vantului,
si-n suspinul pamantului
in culorile de toamna
si-n rasul copiilor
ca sa-ti rada viata toata
si s-aud ca-mi spui zambind:
Sarut mana mama, doamna !
La Elmhurst Hospital
TO THE STAR
To the star that rose up bright
So long the distance is,
Thousands of years needed its light
To reach down our sight.
Maybe it died long time ago
On its way from the blue skies
But its beacon only now
Is shining to our eyes.
The icon of the star that died
Slowly climbs the hights of yore :
It lived when it was not in sight,
We see it today but it’s no more.
Likewise when your yearning
Has vanished in the deep night,
The sparkle of the lost love
Still chases us its sad light.
Mihai Eminescu
Dec.1, 1886
Pamela Ionescu / New York
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