The Great Passage:
Halt the Great Passge. I know, Mylord, there is no Love without Death. And yet, Mylord, please stop the clock with which you measure our decay.
TO MY READERS
This is my Home.
Beyond it is the sun and the garden with beehives.
You are passing bye, stranger,
Glancing through the fence, waiting for me to speak:
But where shall I start?
Believe me, believe me one could speak endlessly about anything:
About Fate and the well-wishing Snake
About Archangels ploughing the Garden of Man
About the Sky which we hope to reach,
About Hatred and Fall, Sadness and Crucifixion…
But above all, about the Great Passage.
Yet words are nothing else than the tears
Of those who wished so much to cry, but couldn’t.
Bitter, so bitter are all words
Let me walk in silence amongst you
Cross your way
(Rendered in English by Constantin ROMAN)
Copyright Constantin Roman, 2011
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