A rushed rain and disheveled grass <br />Cranes memories scream <br />Afternoon declines on a wing <br />Someone breaks the mirror in us <br /> <br />An ill century incite <br />At dawn to jump as the horse thieves <br />To put the fire to dynamite <br />And run out like night foxes <br /> <br />On the high street leading to <br />Black windows, locked to a sign <br />A dignified air sprinkle on things <br />As a final seal for <br /> <br />One hundred crows sit on gates <br />The whole city is just a tunnel <br />And only a sexton get out of it, <br />All others behind, are dead <br /> <br />(translated from romanian)<br /><br />ion untaru<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rushed-rain/
