Song for the new moon (Cântec pentru lună nouă) - Nichita Stănescu

Should I finish the story of the tramp
who one by one had stolen his own nights?
Oh well... upon your smile soft petals fall,
so soft I can't hear them, made of moonlight

... and you're so clumsy.. and your dozing hands
so sweetly slide down falling from your lap...
Into my eyes I made you
a blue bed...
Come, here, drowsy darling, have a nap.

Added by: vasysm

Translator: Vasile Andreica
Language: English


see more poems written by: Nichita Stănescu



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