Ars Poetica
Poesie pentru când
eşti miop eşti obosit eşti
tocit până la urzeală
scrisă cu bidineaua pe zid
vizibilă şi pe întuneric
aşteptând să crească
undeva cândva
generaţia spontanee a nuanţelor
Translations of this Poem
Ars Poetica
Translator: Sujata Bhatt
Ars Poetica
Poetry for the time
when you are short-sighted, tired
worn threadbare
written with a thick paintbrush on the wall
visible even in the dark
waiting for some subtleties
to emerge somewhere, sometime.
About this poem
This was one of the poems translated in the course of the annual SPL/Literature Across Frontiers workshop at Crear in Argyll. In 2009 the theme for the workshop was ‘revolutionary Europe’, and the participants came from Germany, Romania, Poland and Scotland.
