D I S C S

I am sorting out
some songs
Left by a girl
long discarded
And the discs
are rattling
In my shaky hands…

One conjures cozy
recollections
That tickle and tease
my brain,
Another points to
a lone entry
In an old diary…

One seems to carry
the smell of rain,
Another emits
colors and hues
And with this one
I seem to soar
To the rim of rapture …

This one triggers
a desire to love
And to dissolve
once more…
That one sighs a name
that betrayed me
And loved another…


I am going through
these discs
Left by a girl
long discarded
And the songs speak
of the harvest
of sunshine years…

And here I am
caressing names
With misty eyes
asking someone --
Anyone -- for their
forgiveness…


VARAND
Translated by Tatul Sonentz