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FERECA SI DESFERECA
Primavara, fiere-miere,
Moarte si-nviere.
Ne scoti in vint
Ne culci la pamint,
Ne invinetesti,
Ne intineresti;
Acu'  ne minti,
Acu'  ne-alinti.
Sa fii blestemata
Sa plesnesti pe data
Din toti nourii,
Din toti mugurii
Si inmiresmata
Sa umbli beata,
Orbita de soare,
Bolnava de dor,
Pe piept c-o floare
De martisor.
Elena Malec, Bucuresti, 1981
MARCH 1st
    PRIMAVARA IN ROMANIA
Early spring time in Bucharest - moody, nasty, windy, slushy typical end of February weather, was never my favorite season.
Here is my poem as a parody of a traditional casting of a curse on Spring.
Springtime  -  rain and shine,
Dying earth - rebirth,
Luring zephyr breath
Life and death.
Here a chill, there a trill,
Now mean, now charming.
May you be cursed
To burst
Of all  your clouds
Of all your blossoms
Fragrant and bright
Dazzled by sunlight,
May you ramble the earth
Moonstruck -
A flower on your chest
On March first.
   FEBRUARY SPELL
translated by Elena Malec, Feb. 2002