Winter song
Autor : Nichita Stanescu - EngYou are so beautiful in winter!
The field stretched on its back, near the horizon,
and the trees stopped running from the winter wind …
My nostrils tremble
and no scent
and no breeze
only the distant, icy smell
of the suns.
How transparent your hands are in winter!
And no one passes –
only the white suns revolve in quiet worship.
and the thought spreads in circles
ringing the trees
in twos
in fours.
From the book „Bas-Relief with Heroes”
english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.