o, my arctic eyelid

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The Tear
-Marin Sorescu
I weep and weep a tear
Which will not fall
No matter how much I weep.

Its pang in me
Is like the birth of an icicle.

Colder and colder, the earth
Curves on my eyelid,
The northern ice-cap keeps rising.

O, my arctic eyelid.

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Lacrima
Tot plâng o lacrimă
Care nu vrea să pice,
Oricâtă opintire.

Mă doare
Ca o naştere de ţurţur.

Pământul se răceşte
Pe pleoapa mea,
Creşte calota nordică.

Ah, pleoapa mea nordică.

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