Rapid train [Acceleratul]
Over beeches rising high
The cold twilight gently falls.
The dumb evening passes by
And through forest quickly crawls.
At the sunset, in the dark,
One can see a ruby spark
Among branches thick and dull...
From the foliage thick retreats
Still are heard in this deep lull
Little birds that sing in tweets...
Cold and pale in the clear sky
Many stars now catch the eye.
***
Suddenly comes from the hills
Rumor deep, without delay,
Flat and very far away,
Like the whisper of a spring
Heading for the water mills...
On the floodplain starts to swing
Fills the other vales with thrills
And with clamor...
Here it is!...
A black lightning, sleek and long,
Carried by the wings of storm
Shakes the ground quiet and warm
Running quickly all along...
Or rather it flies or swims
And at once will disappear –
Eats the road and spits flames bright
And in clouds as black as night
Cuts the forest without fear...
It is gone...
And on the plain
Forging noise will stop again
Slowly, until no one hears...
In the distance...
Disappears...
***
One by one, come out with ease
Of the bushes, of the trees,
Many birdies half asleep,
Looking not at all prepared,
Just to peep,
For they are scared:
– Hey! What happened around here?...
Chirp in chorus, loud and clear,
Wrens and finches from the rear.
And a tit, up a dwarf beech,
With its feathers ruffled much
Answers with an eerie screech
And upset tries to explain:
– Well, it's nothing weird as such,
Has just passed the rapid train...
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
Added by Octavian Cocoş
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