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"Morning Elegy" by Ana Blandiana ..................................................................................................................................
At the beginning I promised to say nothing, But later, in the morning I saw you coming past the gates with bags of ashes Scattering them as if one was sowing wheat. As I could no longer contain myself, I shouted: What are you doing? What are you doing? It is for you that I had snowed all over town, the whole night, It is for you that I had blanched everything, the whole night, O if You only could understand how difficult it is to snow! Last night, you were hardly asleep, as I flew into space It was dark and cold out there. I had to Fly all the way to that single point where The vacuum makes the suns spin and it snuffles them out, And as I was still throbbing for a while in this corner So that I could return and snow over you The smallest snowflake I had to watch, weigh, approve, Mature, make it glisten by looking at it, And now I am feeling sleepy and exhausted and am feverish. As I am watching you spreading the dust of that extinguished fire Over my immaculately white work, I am smiling telling you: Much higher snowdrifts will come after me And they will cover you with all the white in the world. Do try to understand, from the very beginning, this law, Gigantic snowdrifts will come after us And you will run out of ashes. And even the smallest babies will learn how to snow And the white will cover your poor attempts of denying it. And planet Earth will enter the whirl of planets Like a star glistening with snow. |
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