Verses by Ion Minulescu, translated by Julia Kalman
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You were unaware
That in May’s moonlight,
Through mountains with spruce-covered air,
Anyone, woman or man, might
Find paths leading to a Hellish plight,
Not towards the fairy tales’ delight?…
Why did you leave
With the wind tousling your hair,
When no voice called you to take flight?…
You were unaware
That in May’s moon,
Paths are still filled with mud and gloom?…
Why did you leave?…
You were unaware
That in May’s moon,
It’s the month of the primal sin –
A sin that, in jest, draws you in,
Strangles you, and then, with a grin,
Throws you out into the rain,
Into the garbage bin?…
Halt!…
Look around you…
And if you haven’t dirtied
Your shoes with mud,
Cross yourself
And turn back!…
Cross yourself
For you’ve sinned
Only in a dream…
And the dream has ended!…
Ion Minulescu (January 6, 1881 — April 11, 1944) was a Romanian avant-garde poet, novelist, short story writer, journalist, literary critic, and playwright.
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