“If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it;
blame yourself, tell yourself
that you are not poet enough
to call forth its riches;
for to the creator there is no poverty
and no poor indifferent place.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Din roșu aprins, dor necuprins
din roz infinit,
dimineață
Din cer calendar, nimic nu-i zadar
când razele ziua-mi
răsfață
Cu verdele-n pas, bujorii-mi prind glas
petale rotind fin
spirală
Cu picuri de nor, macii-s izvor
de liniște de
catedrală
From lively bright red, a longing ahead
from infinite pink,
sunny morning
From calendar skies, seconds arise
when rays in my days
bring belonging
With green in my tread, peonies unread
unfurl their petals
like time
With drops from the clouds on poppies around
deep silence rings like
a chime
Nicole
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