I'm passing through an autumn day
As through an enormous tear.
A fruit full ripe with perfume sweet
Sinks slowly slowly to my feet.
I'm passing through the wind and light.
I've never known the reason why
Seasons gone remain as branches
In those unclaimed yet by the night.
Emil Brumaru
translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Sergiu Celac
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
I'm passing through an autumn day
As through an enormous tear.
A fruit full ripe with perfume sweet
Sinks slowly slowly to my feet.
I'm passing through the wind and light.
I've never known the reason why
Seasons gone remain as branches
In those unclaimed yet by the night.
Emil Brumaru
translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Sergiu Celac
