ion untaru

Rookie (3 december 1939 / Village Finta, Dambovitza)

Migrating Birds - Poem by ion untaru

Meadow gentle loosen
Green areas where they
Hear noise of the villages from
Then silence, anyway

A scary trunk on a hill
More than an opaque curse
Hangs from every tree
Unspoken fear of a prayer

The soft murmur of the water
Avoiding with fear a forest
Over which falls an ax
Cutting invisible threads

Migrating birds come and go
Over these lying horizons,
The shores of an ancient Corinth
And the poisoned gift of a Greek


(translated from romanian)


Comments about Migrating Birds by ion untaru

  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (7/16/2010 8:34:00 AM)

    i see the clouds and feel the wind... ah yes! what a wonderful poem this is sir! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2009



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