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by Marin Sorescu


For breakfast,
a thin slice of buttered life.
We also have the constantly rising water
(last night it filled three quarters
of the Earth's surface)
and we boil it bubbling, for fear of germs.


At lunch, we eat heavily and nourishing
three kinds of ground:
black earth, loess and clay.


For supper we aren't used to hot meals.
We either have
a bite of a star with little honey,
or some happiness, if we can find any
(it actually is kept
for Sundays)
and whatever else we can find.



(Translated from Romanian by Brigitta Daniela Buda)