<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589767" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the face in the mirror [Către chipul din oglindă]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How from your frame at me you stare<br>As if I am in danger,<br>Your eyes, amazed, query from there:<br>"Do you still know me, stranger?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"You, ugly one, I know you not!"<br>Your face is pale and rigid<br>And your weird eyes are burning hot,<br>Their sight makes me feel frigid...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you were a crazy child <br>On wind and sunlight riding,<br>Your eyes were bright, your face was mild,<br>Your mouth was always smiling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All Nature bowed in front of you<br>Fulfilling your desire:<br>Your palace was the wood, it's true, <br>The glade was your empire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From there – have passed so many years – <br>They took you among others,<br>To water with your child's hot tears<br>A book with shabby covers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the long years and all the sighs<br>Of learning and endeavor, <br>Quenched not the flame of your pure eyes,<br>Your smile they could not sever. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you could sing and you could love,<br>Made jokes, never surrendered...<br>But you stopped flying like a dove<br>When in this world you entered. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Presumably it was your lot<br>To feel these things unpleasant.<br>To utter ugly words cannot<br>Your mouth, even at present!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So easily preserves the sand<br>The footprints after strolling,<br>Yet, I have not such kind of soul <br>As on my face is showing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The venom gathered in my chest<br>Is making me to shiver,<br>I want to laugh!... But your big eyes<br>Shed tears that make a river".</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Top%C3%AErceanu">George Topîrceanu</a>, translated by Octavian Cocoş<div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589767" data-title="To the face in the mirror [Către chipul din oglindă] de George Topîrceanu" data-description="How from your frame at me you stare/As if I am in danger,/Your eyes, amazed, query from there:/"Do you still know me, stranger?"/"You, ugly one, I know you not!"/Your face is pale and rigid/And your weird eyes are burning hot,/Their sight makes me..."></div> </div> </div>

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