Ana Blandiana

1942 / Timișoara

I Glide, I Glide

I am the first of men to grow old
Beneath these burning skies.
Alone I discover,
With no one here to help me,
The tremendous surprise
Of a body that is mine
But is being left behind,
Like a devastated shore,
While I glide
On, glide on above the waves
Until I see myself no more.
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