Roata – The wheel

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roumanie

Roata

Cămaşă de in
din apa suspin,
din umbra de apă
cerul să încapă,
să încapă ceaţa
şi roata cu aţa,
ce-o ţine în mână
fata de la stână,
şi o dă de-a dura
până seacă gura,
nimic să nu spună
din ce-o să rămână.

Dar ea tot mai ştie
ascunsă hârtie,
în care a scris
îngerul din vis,
semnele de piatră,
de băiat şi fată,
de focuri în ceaţă,
gheme mari de aţă,
puse să mai ţină
lumea ce-o să vină.

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grandebretagne

The wheel

White chemise of new linen
like a sob of the water skin,
chemise from the water shade
all the sky in you to be laid,
all the mist to enter you
and the wheel with its white clew,
the white wheel kept in the hand
by the girl of sheephold land,
who is turning it somersault
till the time will be a word bolt,
in order that she nothing to say
about the future night and day.

But the girl of sheephold knows yet
a paper and the place where it is set,
a sheet of paper in the dream hidden
in which the dream angel was written
the stone sign of a very young man,
and the stone sign of his woman,
a sheet in which the angel writting is
as the big clews turning in the haze,
clews of fire, to keep still the way
of the world that will come some day.

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