I feel
an angel’s touch, so soft, so near,
a mountain crumbles,
its roar I hear.
I see
the shadows carved by lightning’s glow,
the light of a seed
in the earth below.
I hear
the silence stretched across the years,
curses rising from the graves
through tears.
I believe
in the stain of a demon’s dark embrace,
in the power of words
to claim their space.
I know
who will bear the weight my cross demands,
why the world bleeds
through trembling hands.
I feel
the steps that lead me closer to my breath’s last bend,
the touch of an angel
before the end.
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I Feel
(Alternative translation I)
I feel
an angel's touch upon my skin
I feel once more
a mountain crashing, tumbling in
I see
the shadows lightning leaves behind
I see anew
the light within a seed confined
I hear
the silences an age has kept
I hear again
the curses rising from the crypt
I trust
the foulness that a demon breeds
I trust still more
the power that resides in deeds
I know
who'll bear the cross that's meant for me
I know as well
why bleeds the heart of all we see
I feel
how many steps till death I tread
I feel once more
an angel's touch upon my head
(Originally written in Romanian.) The poem engages all the senses to convey a feeling of transcendence and existential struggle. The contrast between life and death, light and darkness, is a central motif.
This poem presents a journey of awareness, moving between sensory experiences and spiritual reflections. The angel at the beginning and end bookends the work with a spiritual framework, suggesting a reliance on faith amidst the chaotic contrasts of existence. The use of sensory verbs ("feel," "see," "hear") is immersive, pulling the reader into the speaker's evolving realization of mortality and existence.
