Wednesday, August 13, 2008

A Poem

Nichita Stãnescu

Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?...

stumbled upon at Romanian Voice

(Tell me this won't haunt you like a lacey cobweb in the back of your mind.
Tell me you don't love poetry.)

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