Original in Romanian
Cum
aș putea să-mi opresc
poemul să cânte
fără să las
lumina
să
înnopteze tainic pe frunte?

In | the breezy | temple | of the conceptual-imagistic idea | the philosophical | thought | is surrounding us, weighing for us | the gold of the world’s history – | through the remote poetic imaginary – | our contemporary agora, rare | among divine stained-glass | windows | in the spring air.