The Autumn On the Threshold

frantic talent among willow shadows capsized boats in trawls meshes the spiders spinning brocades lights at the window someone waiting for us an ardent desire floating in the air set free the moon soal wandering a cock sifting the stars with kikeriki in the lake full of waterlilies waves of silvery clouds putting out the night lantern slowly the dawn caressing the forehead under the feather sole bridges lines can be seen far away beings coming nearer through their hearts accord strikes contrasts deepening disappearing in a continuous back and forth a wind shaking the white chrysanthemums the cottages hats appearing from the fog though it is hot autumn stitch shaking the nut trees the fisherman’s wife is alone all over baked apples steam unhealed wounds weeps towards the murky sky at the poor’s gate there is an icons painter getting a bowl of food with the love colours the trees and sky are painted my friend I give you a tear of its light ( translated by Margareta Mioc)