'Spring'

I have abandoned on the shore

-oh, fear, the fear!-

the tender nursing spirit

-fragrance and care.

For those who stole our spring

there can be no forgiveness.

Say it is so,

say it is no.

The once-lively flowers

-April and satin-

languish like our lives

with no direction,

not even fearless in dreams

-though once intrepid.

Too often I say no,

too often, yes.

The fogginess that haunts us,

-oh, for the sun!-

loses battles, wins battles,

-just hear the din!

Spring seems strange to us,

and the yes and the no.

Those who robbed us of spring

can know no mercy.

Clementina Arderiu (1889-1976)

Translation: Mary Ann Newman

For World Poetry Day (21 March).

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