Country of dreariness

 

We left the waters
to withdraw into the rocks
we left the rocks
to withdraw into the trees
we left the trees
to withdraw into the air
we left the air
to build ourselves stars
but the birds the rocks
the stars the air
followed us into the orbit of dreams.
From that moment sweet tenebræ
to tell the truth we were dead.

 

Ion Caraion
tr. after the French of Vahé Godel