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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589446" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death of the Dear</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The drought has destroyed everything, all around.<br>The sun has now melted and flown on the ground.<br>All that's left is the bare sky, which burns really hot.<br>From the wells, all the buckets draw black mud a lot. <br>And above the pale forests rise often bright flames,<br>Dancing wildly and playing satanic dark games. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I follow my father uphill through the scrub<br>I'm scratched by the fir trees, my body they rub.<br>We start our hunting of goats once again<br>On the mounts of our dearest Carpathian chain. <br>The thirst is oppressing. I see when I walk<br>How boil water droplets somewhere on a rock. <br>With head on my shoulder I seem to advance<br>On a huge, foreign planet, where I've fallen by chance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We're waiting in silence, not far from a spring<br>Its waters are tinkling, we clearly can hear.<br>When the sun goes to sleep and moon climbs on a string <br>Then will come one by one<br>To drink water, the deer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm thirsty, but my father is stopping me to cry<br>Intoxicating water, you're tossing, then you pause!<br>Thirst links me with the being that is about to die,<br>Despite the ancient customs and the laws. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A withered rustling stirs the peaceful vale<br>The evening in the universe expands <br>Blood smears the dark horizon, I barely can inhale<br>And on my chest I've wiped my bloody hands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ferns burn like on an altar, it's sublime,<br>And all the stars are blinking in the breeze,<br>Oh, how I wish you didn't come this time<br>You, charming victim from among the trees!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She comes out jumping, stops, ready to fly,<br>And looks around, there's no one on the grass,<br>Then her thin nostrils on the water lie<br>Making small ripples, which seem made of brass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In her wet eyes a light is gleaming, pale,<br>She'll die and she will suffer; yes, I know,<br>I think I'm living in that fairy tale<br>With a sweet lady turned into a doe. <br>The moonlight now is starting to expand<br>It rains on her with cherry blossoms, white,<br>Oh, how I wish for once my father's hand<br>To miss the target in this summer night! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the deep vales have rumbled and fallen on her knees,<br>She lifts her head astonished towards the stars that shine<br>Then plunges back; the waters begin to move with ease<br>And beads roll on the surface – black, transient and fine. <br>A blue bird in a hurry comes out of a big tree,<br>The life of the poor deer has quickly gone away<br>Like migratory birds, which when the autumn comes<br>Leave their beloved nests deserted, sad and gray. <br>Stumbling over the stones I go to close her eyes,<br>Which by the horns are guarded and they have lost their heat<br>I shudder and turn white when father comes around<br>And laughs and he is happy and says: - Now we have meat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm thirsty and my father is waving me to drink.<br>Intoxicating water, you're tossing, then you pause!<br>I feel connected to the being who can't blink,<br>Because she died despite the customs and the laws...<br>But all the laws are useless and we cannot comply<br>When life in us is feeble, when we may even die.<br>And customs and the mercy we've left them in the past,<br>Because my sis is hungry, and sick, and breathes her last. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gaze my father's rifle and smoke is coming out<br>There is no wind, however, the leaves dance in the drought!<br>Dad lights a fire quickly and I can see his smile,<br>The woods have changed so much in a short while!<br>I'm not aware, my hand has snatched with ease<br>A bell-flower, which tinkles in the breeze...<br>Then dad takes off a stick like a short spear<br>The kidneys and the heart of the poor dear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What? I am very hungry! I'd like to live, but, Oh...<br>Forgive me, please, my lady – my fair and charming doe!<br>I'm sleepy. Woods are gloomy, the fire gives us heat!<br>I cry. What thinks my father? I eat and cry. I eat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nicolae+Labi%C5%9F">Nicolae Labiş</a>, translated by Octavian Cocoș<div class=q>
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