by Marin Sorescu, Romanian poet
by Marin Sorescu, Romanian poet
Deep in thought and hands behind my back I'm walking on the railway, The straightest possible road. From behind, at full speed, A train is approaching That never heard about me. This train - old Zeno be my witness - Will never catch up with me, Because I shall always have an advance On all the things that do not think. And even if, brutally, It will pass over me, There will always be a human To walk in front of it Deep in thought And hands behind his back. As I am doing right this minute In front of the black monster Approaching at a frightening speed And who will never catch up with me. Ever.