SANDU DAVID

THE STARS IN THE SKY

The stars hang in the sky

as ever

The stars smile in the sky

as ever

The stars wink in the sky

as ever

But I will never know if they

were created forever.

NIGHT

The night ignited its stars.

The village dozed in its homes.

The silence sounded a prayer.

The orange-moon rose in the sky.

The night is pure as a diamond.

The village floats in a dream.

The fields are wrapped in black

in silence awaiting the light.

THE BLADE OF THE PLOW

The blade of the plow

the moon

slices through the earth of the night.

All the furrows are like harp strings.

We embraced the night.

We caressed the darkness with fingers

of silence.

WITH DAWN

The night bows down to the light.

The dawn carries the crimson rocks on its back

of pre-dawn.

The time forgot itself

in glances sailing to the dream

and the sun stood on its sword.

DYING

A whole man - now

except for his breath

and his heavy body

heavier than its weight

motionless

His body is heavy but has no use

When the eyes produce no light

and the mouth - no sound of speech

Life now like a chaos of stuttering

translated by Karen Alkalay-Gut