by Daniela Topîrcean
Spring is stirring me up
smiling softly at me
among the snowdrifts;
Spring is tempting me
to get out of the shell.
The innocent sun
is smiling at me on the blue sky;
And, by the way: Last night, the Evening Star
made a sign to me
with the eye, insistently.
Looking at him, I sang him a Menuet
and whispered a sweet-bitter rhyme to him,
that shuddered the Lord of the stars,
which shone delighted
on distant ink-like heavens!
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