I’d like to be a tree, to grow and rise
beside your window, listening what you say,
and I'd behold you fondly every day.
I'd even bloom in winter for your eyes
to make them happy. Birds would find delight
in building nests when they return anew,
earrings of stars I would receive at night
and like soft leaves, I'd give them all to you.
And through the open window I would lean
to gently kiss, sometimes your hair that fell
upon your brow, sometimes, like in a spell,
your lips, with lips of blossoms and leaves green.
When autumn comes, I'd surely like to play
by tossing golden leaves and apples red
into your room and when you lie in bed,
with my strong boughs I'd keep the rain away.
I'd stay like that some years, but maybe then,
a spring will come and on a moonlit night
I'll meet a fairy in the garden bright,
and she will make me woman once again.
And after that, upon the sill, with grace,
leaning my wet and earth-stained tired knees,
my hair a little tousled by the breeze,
with dew and moonlight on my lovely face,
I'd jump inside like an expected guest,
(who hasn't spoken for a long, long while),
in every hand I'd carry a small nest
and glad to be there, I'd begin to smile.
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: Magda Isanos
