Seeing You Again Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Forest, humble forest you,
How are you my dear?
Much time has passed
Since I haven't seen you.
And since I left
I visited many places.

'Well, I do what I always do.
I listen to the wind in winter,
How it breaks my tree-branches
How it covers my waters,
How with snow it cover the trails.
And how it scares away the songs.

And I do what I always do:
In summer I listen to the howling
On the trail to the springs
Which, I gave to everyone.
Women sing to me
While they fill wooden pails."

Forest you, with gentle streams,
Time goes by and time comes.
From as youthful as you are,
You always get younger.

"What is time for me, when for centuries,
Over my lakes glow so many stars.
Since, if the weather is good or bad,
My leaves rustle. The wind blusters.
And if the weather is bad or lovely
The Danube flows through me.

Only the people: they are a start afresh breed.
They are wanderers on this world.
While us, we stick to our home,
The way we did all the time:
The rivers bond with the sea.
The world bonds with its wilderness,

With its sun, with its moon, with the planets,
With its woods, and with its rivulets,
And that's the way it will be."

(1879 October 1)

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