by Marin Sorescu
Every evening
I gather from the neighbourhood
all the available chairs
and I read them poetry.
Chairs are very responsive
to poetry,
if you know how to arrange them.
That is why
I get excited
and for a few hours
I tell them
how nice my soul has died
during the day.
Our meetings are usually sober,
without useless
enthusiasm.
At any rate,
it means that each of us
has done his duty,
and can go further on.
(Translated from Romanian by Brigitta Daniela Buda)
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