Today, I happened to find this poem (and others) in my first diary after moving to the US, when thoughts and feelings were still expressed in Romanian. As I re-live the moment, I'm hoping to translate the poem into English, but for now here it is, in its humble original form:
Octombrie
Coboara toamna din pulbere de stele,
Licaritoare lacrimi
Pe frunze poleite cad,
Se-ascund cuvintele
Sub aripi mici de fluturi
Si-apoi dispar in freamatul solar.
Visul s-a stins
In zori,
Gingas si dulce-amar,
Parfumul lui s-a risipit
In flori sfioase
Si-n lacrimi mari de roua,
Sub cerul de cristal.
Copyright 2001 Cristina Miller.
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