At The Same Alley Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

At the same alley with tree rows
The moon glows in the windows.
But at the back of your window
Only you don't show your brow.

Over the balcony, the same flowering tree,
Spreads its branches randomly.
Only that the long gone days,
I can't make them into nowadays.

Your heart is changed.
Now your eye is different.
Only I'm left unchanged
Walking on the same road.

Oh, sharp-witted and pretty lady,
You always strolled slowly.
In the thicket's shade, hidden away,
You came tenderly next to me.

With you leaning on my chest,
I couldn't understand what was all about.
Without a word coming from our lips,
We said to each other heaps.

Especially, kisses
Were the answers to questions…
About anything else on this world,
You had no time to ask a word.

And in my life's enjoyment,
I didn't know it is no different
If on a shadow I rest my head,
Or I trust what a woman had said.

And like on other times, even now
The wind shakes the blinds to and fro.
Only you don't appear
From behind those drapes' rear.

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