by Dumitru Velea
Like the night and the day that are linked
to the Sun's path,
the footprints on the path are linked
to the name inscribe on the soil above.
And if your words fall alien,
like the meat eaten by the dog and the eagle,
you should wrap yourself in Words
scattered like bones on the peak of the mountain.
You cannot but add the name
of the father whose son you are;
what remains is a handful of seeds planted in the soil
for the following year.
Translated by Mariana Zavati Gardner
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Dumitru Velea
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Last updated June 11, 2014