Poetry for August 2007
Monthly Poetry | August 1, 2007
Tapatura
Cand eram io tanar prunc,
Aveam glasu ca de cuc
Si umblatu ca de lup.
Dar de cand am batranit,
Dat-am glasul cucului
Si umblatu lupului.
Holler
When I was a handsome lad,
‘Twas a cuckoo’s voice I had
And my gait had a wolf’s tread.
But since I’ve grown old,
My voice’s gone to the cuckoo’s nestling
And my gait to the wolf’s youngling.
