The poet [Poetul]

Fair like a hero in the hall of fame,
He shows himself in postures well designed:
Half-face... trois-quarts... front view and from behind.
And sweetly smiles as if he were a dame.

His name is known by all, even by guards,
He has become a personality.
His everyday well-known celebrity
Inflates because he's kept in high regards.

And writes... and writes... cares nothing about spell,
Because he deems that things are going well
And on Parnassus he will climb one day.

But it's in vain, because right at the door
Politely they will cut his nose away,
To stop it to develop more and more!

poezie de George Topîrceanu, traducere de Octavian Cocoş
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