May 2015
An Eternal Shrugging of the Shoulders*
I am writing this poem in the dark
this is why I apologise to all who will read it
some words might overlap
others
some letters might remain flat
I know my message risks to arrive truncated
to its addressee
for that matter I feel how some lines are liquefying
as if my eye itself flows in them
presumably in the day when light will come back
this page will be a heap of signs
a hill lodged by ants
or even by more evolved beings capable
of praying
however, the drama I have lived
will remain without a voice
the secret I wanted to hand down to you
with this poem
will be an eternal shrugging of the shoulders
Matei Visniec*
translated by Manuela Chira
I am writing this poem in the dark
this is why I apologise to all who will read it
some words might overlap
others
some letters might remain flat
I know my message risks to arrive truncated
to its addressee
for that matter I feel how some lines are liquefying
as if my eye itself flows in them
presumably in the day when light will come back
this page will be a heap of signs
a hill lodged by ants
or even by more evolved beings capable
of praying
however, the drama I have lived
will remain without a voice
the secret I wanted to hand down to you
with this poem
will be an eternal shrugging of the shoulders
Matei Visniec*
translated by Manuela Chira
