Willesden Green

The band of mourners shuffled out across
a field of mud past rows of marble slabs
to watch your wooden box
lowered into the earth, there to be lost
beneath the shovelled soil.
Who turned up ? It doesn't matter now.
The ceaseless rain poured over all of us.

I remember the cold, and wanting to be
home again, but not much more.
A hand I held, a son supported me,

I listened to a good friend's eulogy.
My mind was numb. What's happening?
you asked me once in a high fever.
And I reassured you then. Now I am dumb

Pajistea Willesden

Un grup de oameni indoliati abia se tarau
peste campul mocirlos peste randuri de lespezi de marmura
sa iti vada racla din lemn
cum e coborata in pamant, si acolo sa se piarda
dedesubtul argilei sapata de lopeti.
Cine a venit? Nu mai conteaza acum.
Ploaia curge neincetat peste noi toti.

Imi amintesc frigul, si imi doream sa fiu
din nou acasa, nimic mai mult.
Tineam pe cineva de mana, ma sprijinea un fiu,

Ascultam elogiul unui bun prieten.
Mintea imi era paralizata. Ce se intampla?
M-ai intrebat odata cand febra te mistuia.
Si te-am linistit atunci.Acum sunt impietrita.
 

Florentina Rahira Tinte
 

Willesden Green

The band of mourners shuffled out across
a field of mud past rows of marble slabs
to watch your wooden box
lowered into the earth, there to be lost
beneath the shovelled soil.
Who turned up ? It doesn't matter now.
The ceaseless rain poured over all of us.

I remember the cold, and wanting to be
home again, but not much more.
A hand I held, a son supported me,

I listened to a good friend's eulogy.
My mind was numb. What's happening?
you asked me once in a high fever.
And I reassured you then. Now I am dumb

Willesden Green

Convoiul de indoliati inainta cu greu peste
un camp plin de noroi,
pe langa siruri de lespezi de marmura
sa-ti vada cutia de lemn coborata in
pamant, sa se piarda acolo sub solul rascolit.
Cine-a venit? Nu mai conteaz-acum.
Ploua la nesfarsit peste noi toti.

Imi amintesc frigul si ca-mi doream sa fiu
din nou acasa, insa nu altceva.
O mana de care ma tineam, un fiu ma sprijinea.

Am ascultat elogiul unui bun prieten.
Imi era mintea amortita. Ce se intampla?
m-ai intrebat candva, cand aveai febra.
Si-atunci te-am linistit. Acum sunt amortita.

Gabriela Moldovan

Willesden Green

The band of mourners shuffled out across
a field of mud past rows of marble slabs
to watch your wooden box
lowered into the earth, there to be lost
beneath the shovelled soil.
Who turned up ? It doesn't matter now.
The ceaseless rain poured over all of us.

I remember the cold, and wanting to be
home again, but not much more.
A hand I held, a son supported me,

I listened to a good friend's eulogy.
My mind was numb. What's happening?
you asked me once in a high fever.
And I reassured you then. Now I am dumb

Willesden Green

Fanfara funerara se scurgea peste un camp mlastinos,
peste lespezi de marmura,
ca sa priveasca a ta cutie din lemn
cum coboara in pamant,
ca sa se piarda sub tarana aruncata cu lopata.
Cine se afla acolo? Nu mai conteaza acum.
Ploaia cadea fara incetare peste noi toti.

Imi amintesc frigul si dorinta
de a fi din nou acasa, si nimic altceva.
Tineam o mana, un fiu ma sprijinea,

ascultam elogiul unui bun prieten.
Mintea-mi era amortita. Ce se intampla?
M-ai intrebat candva, in friguri.
Atunci te-am linistit. Acum sunt muta.

George Cojocaru

Willesden Green

The band of mourners shuffled out across
a field of mud past rows of marble slabs
to watch your wooden box
lowered into the earth, there to be lost
beneath the shovelled soil.
Who turned up ? It doesn't matter now.
The ceaseless rain poured over all of us.

I remember the cold, and wanting to be
home again, but not much more.
A hand I held, a son supported me,

I listened to a good friend's eulogy.
My mind was numb. What's happening?
you asked me once in a high fever.
And I reassured you then. Now I am dumb

Pajistea Willesden

Ceata de oameni indoliati s-a raspandit pe
Campul de noroi printre randuri de lespezi de marmura
Sa-ti priveasca cutia de scanduri
Coborata in pamant, pentru a se pierde
Sub tarana aruncata de lopeti.
Cine a venit? Nu mai conteaza acum.
Ploua fara oprire peste noi toti.

Imi amintesc frigul, si ca mi-as fi dorit sa fiu
din nou acasa, dar nu si altceva.
Strangeam o mana, un fiu ma sustinea.

Am ascultat elogiul unui bun prieten.
Mintea-mi era paralizata. Ce se petrece?
M-ai intrebat o data cand aveai febra mare.
Si-atunci te-am alinat. Acum sunt muta.

Ileana Botescu-Sireteanu
 

Willesden Green

The band of mourners shuffled out across
a field of mud past rows of marble slabs
to watch your wooden box
lowered into the earth, there to be lost
beneath the shovelled soil.
Who turned up ? It doesn't matter now.
The ceaseless rain poured over all of us.

I remember the cold, and wanting to be
home again, but not much more.
A hand I held, a son supported me,

I listened to a good friend's eulogy.
My mind was numb. What's happening?
you asked me once in a high fever.
And I reassured you then. Now I am dumb

Willesden Green

Grupul de bocitoare se plimba alene
Pe un camp noroios peste un sir de lespezi de marmura
Ca sa-ti vegheze sicriul
Coborat in groapa, pentru a ramane
Pe veci sub pamantul afanat
Cine a aparut? Nu mai conteaza.
Ploua cu galeata peste noi toti.


Am resimtit frigul ala, si am tanjit
Dupa acasa, doar atat.
Am intins mana, si un fiu m-a sprijinit,


Am ascultat elogiul unui bun prieten.
Mintea-mi era goala. Ce se intampla?
m-ai intrebat candva intr-un moment de delir.
Atunci te-am linistit. Acum sunt confuza.

Roxana Mindrican