Pond

The pond was a deep pond once,
The baits hung down
Like fruit, like shining fruit, lanterns
Attainable planets and we
Went busily choosing a heart’s delight
For the size of our mouths and rose flapping
Like Angels. Now
Here we are in a crowd
in a muddy six inch gasping
For worms and the shadows
Of peering fishermen
Have quite put out the light.

Marin Sorescu
(Trans David Constantine and Ioana Russell-Gebbett

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