Mihai Beniuc - The Last Letter





The end has come in unexpected manner.


Are you happy now?


I notice this new ring on your finger


And understand I’ll have to cancel


My useless expectation. Do the same!


No, utter no word, don’t tell me that’s a form.


I know its full significance at length.


And also know that in your life


You do observe another norm.


Yet, in the face of norm I do not bend.


I’ll never worship you into my verses.


I’ll never show myself in front of you.


I will not blame you cause you are not guilty


And will not say, you did not understand.


I guess, it was a very big mistake.


It could be more – but it was nothing on.


Yet, in eternity of my boredom


I still don’t think that you were betting on.


And yet, a few and furtive touches


Have been enough to make me lose my head,


I could see far too well the vault with angels,


The light into my night of fall.


And when in your frail and tender clay-made body,


I laid majestically Midas’fingers on,


There tolled in me the murmur of the sea


And all these blessed creations above all.


I could see raising up in times


Your statue made up of massive pure gold,


And earnest centuries removing their shoes


And kneeling one by one as slaves,


Down at your godlike socle wait


You stretch with your calm and serene smile


Your right hand which they’ll all kiss


Before it fades away into the abyss.


Oh, if we had stayed together for one hour,


You’d had remained into my golden dream


As an eternal pinky aurora


Of a no meaning, of no sense.


The story ended irreversibly


And I shall really ignore whether you’ll read


By chance these verses


In which I’d like what you will be, but you are not.








I will not crush this dream under my feet,


I will not stain with bad words what I love.


I could have said: “You are like any”


Yet I don’t want to go that deep.


And if the ooze were to burry you like chasm,


You will remain my pure snow-white lily


Lost in desire mirroring abysm


And kept in tender innocence of memory.


An innocent you will remain for ever,


And uttering no words I’ll always love you,


And people will not know as never


Why other women can’t be praised by me.


Up there under the light of mystery,


Bathed in the pure crystal water of my reverie,


You will remain beloved into the sky


An evening tender calm and serene star.


And when, the life will play bad tricks on you,


When they will splash the mud on you all over


You’d better run away into my world of dream


Because we’ll be together and for ever.


And with my tears I will wipe out all your stains,


And I’ll caress you with the yet unwritten lines


And into their sweet and swinging rhythm


You’ll have to feel like into your first dream.


And if I were, as I feel,


To leave away from you in a short time,


When your voice will ever call me’n sigh,


I shall come back to you straight from my tomb.


And if, I were not to cross


For good the mostly locked up bounds,


I would fight hard into the coldest dust,


Weeping with bitterness into the ever growing night.




English Version by


Muguras Maria Petrescu



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