"Alone"
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Ion Caraion, (1923-1986), Poet, Essayist
(from “Am pe nimeni” – “I have nobody”)
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“Where are you going, Sir?
In the garden, my Dream.
To do what, Sir?
To be shot, my Dream.
‘cause they have bullets, Sir?
‘cause they have time, my Dream.”



"Hope"
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Note:

Ion Caraion, (1923-1986), Poet, Essayist
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“…in the world of hope
the rocks would split in the mountain and the grass
would creep, all green, through the crevass
like the venom
from some absent or decomposed bowels…”



"Snow"
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Note:

Ion Caraion, (1923-1986), Poet, Essayist
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“Such purity,
discourages me”




"You Are Weary, Wanderer"
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Translated from Romanian by:

Constantin Roman.

Note:

Ion Caraion, (1923-1986), Poet, Essayist
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“You are weary, wanderer,
We, filing in a single line, hooded,
(a fistful of nothingness)
They – the ignorant retainers
Digested through the stomach of time.
They the decent rabble.
Give Caesar his dues
As for the rest, to hell.”



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