Sleeping Swimmer

EQUINOX

romantic_night_by_joshushund

Now at midnight I’m worried about

the sleeping swimmer.

Better in the sleepy park of autumn

to stand with my forehead on a leaf like on a gold ingot.

Better to be in the sleeping field

while the plow comes out of the ground like a diver

to breathe near.

Better in your home with soft walls, with gentle beds,

with centuries of children.

Now at midnight I’m worried about the sleeping swimmer

in the middle of Danube.

Crap, howl in his ear, wave, tickle his soles,

the swimmer fell asleep…

George Alboiu, Inotatorul adormit

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

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