Cobweb [Păinjiniş] - George Topîrceanu

In my translucent web of thoughts and light
I caught your image: a small wasp
Thin in the middle, brisk, full of delight.

A breath may snatch it in its quiet pass
From this fine hummock by mistake
To fall like a dead blossom on a lake
Disturbing its tranquil and steely glass...

It's dusk...The poplars, in a long line laid,
Fade gently far away –
Funeral torches, flames lost in the shade
Placed at the head of this deceased bright day...

Why keep opposing me with all your might?
Be mine for ever...
My dearest captive, do not shake and fight, –
The web is fine and maybe you will sever
A thread, and this tremendous weary strain
Already gives me pain...

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


see more poems written by: George Topîrceanu



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