Per Aspera Ad Astra
A DEAD MAN’S THOUGHTS – The steps of the prophet1921
I’d cling to the times hand so I can feel
it’s rare pulse of moments.
What is now on the earth?
The same stars still flow over it’s brow in flocks
and from my hives
still the swarms of bees fly towards the forest?
You heart are silent-now!
Long has passed
since you reverberated in my low chest
a sun in every morning
and an old sorrow at every dusk?
A day?
or maybe centuries?
At only three feet above me there is light.
Flower with their milk bosoms press my clay.
If I could
I’d reach my hand and gather them in a wisp
to bring them down to me
but
the earth maybe doesn’t have flowers anymore.
My thought and the eternity are alike
like twins.
What kind of world will twists today in the day’s surges?
Often a deaf sound makes me startle.
May it be the brisk steps of my sweetheart?
or is she dead too?
for hundreds and thousands of years?
May it be her small and gabbling steps
or on the earth is autumn
and some ripen fruit fall musty, heavy,
on the grave
came undone from a tree who grew from me.
LUCIAN BLAGA
Going Up Up To The Top !
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