You Leave Poem by Peter Mamara

You Leave



by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

You leave, and for years of agony
My sad eyes won't see you.
I am in love with you
— And with how you smile and move.

And my painful fondness
It is not as gentle as a romance.
Your soul is a demon
— With a pretty shape, like a statuette.

Your charm is on your face
And in your eyes that spark with life.
Your eyes are quite watery
— Because cunning and flattery.

I shake when you touch me.
I tremble at your footstep when you pass by.
The gentle twitch of your eye
Puts my life on hold for eternity.

You leave, and from now on,
I shall not be sorry about the days gone.
And that I wasn't again prey
— To my pitiless try.

And that with hot puffs of your sweet lips,
You shall not hinder my hearing any more.
You won't pass your hand over my head
So you can make me go mad.

I made up in my mind
Defamatory names for you,
And I hated you with anger,
I cursed you, because I love you.

From now on, not even this option can stay open,
And I won't have what to curse.
What yesterday we called tomorrow: it's today.
And like tomorrow, all the years shall follow.

An autumn that is late coming,
To a washed-out and flowing water spring,
The leaves scatter my dreams above it.
My dreams cease to exist.

Life looks like madness to me.
It ended without even starting.
For the entire endless past,
I only held you in my arm, for a split-second.

Since then, its wings have opened.
My good fortune was gone forever.
With years of many regrets,
Give me back the riches of an instant.

(1883, July 5)

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Sunday, March 26, 2017
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