Ileana Pascu

Three poems by the Romanian poet Ileana Pascu.

1.

Bimba and Lola

Ileana Pascu

 Moreni - Romania

 

A surprise invitation, determined 

He clings to my arm

Since the night, she had attracted me persistently

Partaker on his way

 

On the banks of Valencia

We tied the knot in our friendship

Enjoying the waves 

Accompanying us is harmony

 

Under the song of seagulls 

In rags of laughter and sunshine 

With the early morning dawn

In the foam of the Mediterranean Sea

 

Rolling on the waves

Among the fish and jellyfish

Glances into the water fall on the trees 

A ring, surrounded by sand

 

It's the memory of summer evenings

Moments spent together 

It's smile, cheerfulness and light 

In the time to come.

2.

Teacher, then and now

 

You child angels you once were 

Come to the scheduled appointment

Trying the one who taught you

Keep the road straight with your head down

 

To gain the power to be HUMAN

The confidence and wisdom of being LORD

Under their eyes we grow up a little

Echoes resounding in the soul of the strong

 

New little innovators of hieroglyphs

When I was starting to learn the alphabet

And the LADY - "the giant from the stories"

Gentle pleasure, you couldn't help but love her

 

Today we reversed the roles

From the little children I once was

We grew up and forgot about toys 

We are parents, grandparents and we have children

 

And our beautiful Lady 

He looked up to look at us 

She remained small among us

Those of us who were HIS STUDENTS

 

It has its place in our hearts

We always respect and cherish them

Whatever we do in life, wherever we step

We fondly remember the first years of school

3.

There is one autumn in the year

 

In passing, the leaf gathers from the tree

He pales it slightly, detaches it in the wind 

The forest rusts, under the gaze of man

Nature undresses, weaving, a carpet on the ground 

 

The white silken foam, the mist, shadows hovering

Passing over the waters, over the leafless trees 

Over valleys, high hills...

And the gray mountains...

 

The wind plays through the autumn leaves

The melody, giving it to time

The colorful dress worn by the Lady

What walks barefoot, waltzing over the hills

 

Dressed in gusts of wind, branches caught in the thicket

A long, sizzling train with gold-turquoise highlights 

With the leaves of the copper - khaki, in the braids of hair 

Looking through brown eyes, embroidering with frost, the proud plai

 

Nature made you red and you look so tired

In ferric rust, with many fruits smothered 

Romances in the wind, through wandering branches 

You shake the forest with leaves, you roar through the valleys coming

 

Train rustling on the roads, from your ball gown 

Behind leaving smoke, you, your steps are measured

Don't run fast, stay and rest

Take the must and taste it, it spoils you royally.

 

As soon as clouds gather, snow pours from the sky 

And put frost in your braids...Wait, dear autumn!

Ileana Pascu

Moreni - Romania.