I Glide, I Glide Poem by Ana Blandiana

I Glide, I Glide

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I am the first of men to grow old
Beneath these burning skies.
Alone I discover,
With no one here to help me,
The tremendous surprise
Of a body that is mine
But is being left behind,
Like a devastated shore,
While I glide
On, glide on above the waves
Until I see myself no more.

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