The toy [Jucăria] - Magda Isanos

Oh, what a foe is time – steals every hour,
and now I think I’ve seen you like a ghost,
the way the earth may dream a pretty flower,
in wintertime, when it is seized by frost.
Our love was gone; we quickly bade farewell;
it vanished like a star in the abyss,
and in its wake again the darkness fell,
which ever since has been my sweetest bliss,
like a small star that failed to burn above.
And I'm not sure if ever I did hear
within your chest, those days we were in love,
the beating of your heart when I drew near.
Your words that every time made me rejoice
seem echoes from the tales, arriving here,
but now the honey of the same soft voice
flows drop by drop into another ear.
My memories are gone, I feel bereft,
and more and more unsteady is my gait,
from that fantastic dream, I'am only left
with eerie shards that shine and are so great.
In vain I wish to put the shards in place,
this can’t be done, however hard I try,
for there’s no way to build again the vase,
although my memories I don’t deny
and smiling sadly, with them all I play,
as does a child who has a broken toy,
but he refrains from throwing it away,
because a nicer one he can't enjoy.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


see more poems written by: Magda Isanos



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