Elizabeth Burns

Last


Late summer, and the last of daylight
grows more precious: it’s as if by gazing at the sky
you could somehow bear the sunset’s weight,
keep back the dark that comes so quickly
 

and, scattering the ashes in the field at dusk
you don’t look down at the earth where they fall
but keep your eyes fixed on the sky,
the last of the light, its yellow so pale.

Violeta Mitu

Elizabeth Burns
 

Ultima


Vara tarzie, iar ultima farama de lumina
devine mai pretioasa: de parca uitandu-te la cer
ai putea sa porti cumva greutatea apusului de soare,
sa tii departe intunericul ce se apropie cu repeziciune


si, imprastiind cenusa pe camp, in amurg,
nu privesti pamantul pe care aceasta cade
ci iti tii ochii atintiti pe cer,
la ultima farama de lumina, galbenul ei atat de palid.