Poetry for July 2007
Monthly Poetry | July 1, 2007
Saraci cararile mele
Saraci cararile mele,
Crescut-o iarba pe iele,
S-o crescut si n-o-nflorit,
C-o stiut ca le-am urat;
S-o crescut si n-o legat,
C-o stiut ca le-am lasat.
Cresteti, flori, cat gardurile,
S-astupati prilazurile,
Sa va bata vanturile,
Ca pe mine gandurile.
Oh, my poor roads, all of you covered
Oh, my poor roads, all of you covered
With green grass but without flowers,
Just with grass but with no bloom;
I hated them like my own doom.
They just grew without seeds there
For they knew I didn’t care.
Grow, ye flowers, tall as fences
And cover up all the hadges,
Let the winds rock you as wildly
As my thoughts torture me nightly.
