The Cloud


Beyond the obsession railway

There is a white chapel,

A silver cloud,

A “bushy silver” in which

I shall surely disappear.

There was someone who

Taught me this way

To the rescue cloud, but now

He will say that

The student has surpassed his master.

He said

That innocence responds to innocence,

And that in exasperation

The disappearance in the silver cloud

Can happen.

But the cloud takes you

Only when it wants,

So let me disappear

Without despair,

My love.

Ioana Diaconescu, Norul

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus