Wings
to Constantin Brâncuşi
The bird of time
unfolds in the song of the chisel,
rotates in the light of stone stars,
renouncing his stillness:
Look at the sky, the sky is alive!
It has wings in the name of the one who shaped them.
poem by Camelia Oprița from The word opens the human thought - Sfântul Ierarh Nicolae (2019), translated by Camelia Oprița
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