Anonymous Stonemasons

cuckoo

In the enclosure of the bedlam there are some statues

Scrupulously sculpted by anonymous sculptors

Who have passed by and disappeared into the world,

Forgetting these works under the sign of nobody !

 

The sturdy stones begin to fight against each other in the pile

With their broken bodies moistened with green lichen –

A glory in the mud I saw:

Titans have fallen from sockets, posthumous decays !…

 

A world of profiles carved by a fine chisel –

With crashes, with defeats of their grandiose purpose !

An Anonymous World in which the Rock Top Mime

Creeps, is confused with the anonymous sculptor !

 

Sublime Michelangelo, look at your brave sons

How, locked in the rock, they are born to be slaves forever !

Tudor George, Pietrarii anonimi

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

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Seldom

rar

Alone, alone, alone,

In an inn, away –

Also the host sleeps,

Empty streets stay,

Alone, alone, alone.

 

Raining, raining, raining…

Weather to get drunk –

And listen to the wilderness,

In melacholy I’ve sunk !

Raining, raining, raining…

 

Nobody, nobody, nobody…

All the better –

Far so long

I haven’t got a letter, –

Nobody, nobody, nobody…

 

Shake, shake, shake…

Ironies that hate

Will remain yours –

The night is late,

Shake, shake, shake…

.

Endless, endless, endless…

Wasting from now on, fast

Won’t call me again –

Dreams covered by dust,

Endless, endless, endless…

 

Alone, alone, alone…

Weather to get drunk –

Listen how it’s raining,

In melancholy I’ve sunk !

Alone, alone, alone…

George Bacovia, Rar

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

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