Dance <br /> <br /> <br />Between sleep and unfulfillment <br />I dance at the edge <br />of the circle of flames. <br /> <br />oh that my rubber arms <br />would at last take fire! <br /> <br />the tombstone I always carry <br />I wrapped in the gift-shroud <br />from my family, <br /> <br />they expect something from me, <br />I’ve no idea what. <br /> <br /> <br /> translated by <br /> Adam J. Sorkin and Mariana Dan<br /><br />Niculina Oprea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-50/
