This Steep Mountain Poem by ion untaru

things took on strange shapes
stop talking about features
and those who fell into their net
amounted and flew unnaturally

where you come traveler from
with so many wounds below?
my clothes were torn
my hopes were stolen
and this steep mountain
I've not got yet...

romanian version:


lucrurile că pă tau forme ciudate
despre însuş iri nu mai vorbesc
ş i cei care că deau în plasa lor
ajungeau să zboare nefiresc

de unde vii drumeţ stră in
cu atâtea ră ni pe dedesubt?
hainele mele s-au rupt
speranţ ele mi s-au furat
ş i muntele acesta abrupt
încă nu l-am urcat...