A Day by Tudor Arghezi

Yesterday kept following me, all agog,
Like a starving dog,
Thinking it was leashed to my life with a belt,
With a rope or something–that is how it felt;
But reaching statues at a vacant lot
It turned back, seeing it was not.
Helpless and homeless it got lost
Though for a long time of rains and of frost
It had clung to me step by step, until today
At midday.

Whoever’s lost a day–long as his life has been–
Must seek it swiftly. Night is falling. Fog is setting in.

translated by Andrei Bantaş

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