Playing Icarus

Posted on: May 8, 2008

de Marin Sorescu

I went begging to the birds
And each of them gave me
A feather.

A high one from the vulture,
A red one from the bird of paradise,
A green one from the hummingbird,
A talking one from the parrot,
A shy one from the ostrich-
Oh, what wings I’ve made for myself.

I’ve attached them to my soul
And I’ve started to fly.
High flight of the vulture,
Red flight of the bird of paradise,
Green flight of the hummingbird,
Talking flight of the parrot,
Shy flight of the ostrich-
Oh, how I’ve flown!

English Translation from Around the World in Eight Poems

Romanian: De-a Icar


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