With my eyes empty, my sight extinguished,
I will sink into my country,
I will walk barefoot through the snow,
torn with longing for an old white field.
I will stare at the edge of the field
blind, not speaking a word.
With black sheep behind me,
burdened by a sorrow without borders,
I will cross the field of snow, my chin nodding against my chest.
I will disappear, humble and silent,
a beggar on the side of the road.
Through ancient towns, through empty villages,
I will walk with my eyes in tears.
Sky blue, sky as red as a tear,
you go dark slowly, so slowly….
from Second-Hand Souls
Translated from Romanian by Sean Cotter