•  Flames

    A poem by Mediana Stan, translated by Rafael Manory 


    On the fence a rooster stands
    Crest and feathers, all in flames.
    He is screaming with much ire,
    As if the village were on fire.
    If you look around on hilltops
    Orchards burn to their treetops
    Houses, white and spreading out
    At sundown are red throughout.

    At road turn 
    Berries burn.
    On the river 
    Red leaves quiver...

    In the fireplace, wood burns s’ow
    Throwing on walls their glow
    In the flames' play of colour red
    I can see the rooster's head. 

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