Poems by Dorin Popa

Poems by Dorin Popa



I’ ve always  been  thriled
by  the  moment  when men  lose  their  little  wings,
by  the  moment  when  they  begin  to  slowly  revolve
around  their own lives
with  a  kind  of  frenezy
with  the  same  amazement  I’ ve  always  watched
intrigued  how  my  fellow  creatures  plunge  into  their  lives
with  indifference
with  indifference  and  fatigue
with  a  sweet  and  sad  exhaustion – like  a  stone
surreptitiously  my  friends  revolve themselves  into  silence
– some  easily, with  discrete  smiles,  as if  joking
– some  others,  resolutely, stubbornly
hasten to shake their flakes  off
and  in  vain do I  call  out to them,  in  vain do I  shout  in  despair
and  pull  them back by their  feet …
they have sunk  into  their  lives  to  their  waist,  to  their  ears
they don’ t  want, oh,  they don’ t  want  to  hear  anything  but
the nourishing  sound
of their  revolving around  this  world, this  life,  this  death
oh, my  friends  have  all  disappeared
swallowed  by  their  dull, hungry  brown – desperate  lives
and  I, strange  and  immature, see  how  the  possible  is narrowing
how  it  turns  into  a  spot,  into  a  trace
into  the  dim  breath  of  a  memory,
and afterwards  nobody  can  remember  anything  about  it



so  many  times  have  I  asked  the  other
to  take  a  right  view  of  things
but  I  haven’ t  done  so!

All  my  condemnations
have  stayed  in  front  of  me  for  years,
but  I  couldn’ t  follow  them
I  didn’ t  know  to  understand  them
I  couldn’ t  see  them
to  the  end
have  I  known  to  expiate  to  the  end!

my  youth  only  elapses,
joy  only  elapses,
life  only  elapses,
my  guilt  remains  unchanged
– never,  anything  have  I  known  to  expiate
to  the  end;

I’ ve  always  been  harshly  asking  the  other
to  take  a  right  view  of  things,
but  I  haven’ t  done  so!

and  now,  when  I  am  no  longer  expecting  anything
my  hope
is  stronger  than  ever.



all  that  I  could  touch
and  I  do  not

all  that  I  could  understand
and  I  do  not

all  that  I  could  be
and  I  am  not



I  forgot  to  tell  you  that  I  do  exist
I  know,  this  will  seem  dreadful,  dreadful  to  you
but – forgive  me  forgive  me  forgive  me ! –
it  was  much  later  that  I  found  this  out

long  after  you  had  left


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