Monday, September 5, 2016

Dorin Popa writes

I have not cleared the faces of the world yet

– I am ready, I am ready to die –
and the slow moon has not counselled me yet
– let us go, let us go, no more words

I have not spent an evening with you
– let us go, I am ready, I am ready –
my window stays open at night
perhaps destiny will visit me

after my hasty departure

I carry a fleeting world on my shoulders
the uncertain borders of love and hate
are not uncoupled yet
over me kind bewilderments hover
– I am ready, I am ready to die!

Night in St. Cloud -- Edvard Munch

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