Elena Liliana Popescu (Romania)
Elena Liliana Popescu (1948, Turnu Măgurele, Teleorman, Romania) is Doctor in Mathematics and Professor at the University of Bucharest, Romania. She is poet, translator and editor, member of the Writers’ Union of Romania and the Romanian PEN Centre.
She has published more than 50 books of poetry and translations from English, Spanish. Her poems, translated into more than 20 languages, have been published in various volumes, anthologies in literary magazines in Albania, Argentina, Australia, Bangladesh, Bolivia, Brazil, Canada, Chile, Colombia, Cuba, El Salvador, Estonia, Germany, Hungary, India, Italy, Mexico, Mongolia, Nicaragua, Pakistan, Poland, Puerto Rico, Republic of Moldova, Romania, Serbia, Spain, Taiwan, Turkey, Uruguay, USA.
She has curated numerous poetry volumes, monographs and essays. She has published translations in literary magazines from the works of over one hundred authors. She has participated in several literary events abroad (Brazil, Chile, Cuba, France, Italy, Mexico, Spain, Nicaragua, Turkey, USA).
When you are found
The shore reigns in the ocean’s freedom
Full darkness contains the light
Upon the still land, fear is the wave
that leaves in its wake the world to come.
Everything is nothing in seeking immortality
In this mute despair silence is the word.
Even unhappiness contains the happiness
when, humbled, you will leave this world.
Subdued illusion hides the truth
revealed only when you depart-
today the merely transitory
becomes eternal when you’re found.
When everything is lost
The clock did not stop
but hours no longer show
on Time’s dial,
which has come to a standstill, contemplating.
Perspective still works,
but objects are no longer clear
against the pure expanse
of unnamed Space.
Life has not ended but death
no longer looms at the horizon
waiting for someone to rise up
sometime, somewhere, in the land of oblivion…
Everything is as it used to be
though nothing has meaning
when lost in a timeless space,
in a spaceless time…
A few words, you told yourself,
just a few—and created
a story whose present
is yesterday by now, just as tomorrow
will be past for another story
One word, you told yourself,
just one— and you are on your way
that unexpected step, free
to think of who you are and are not,
of that instant in which you can become
and be you.
English version by Adrian G Sahlean