My Sister Writes Poetry
To Vivi
My sister writes poetry for the trees
and she can sing like a bird;
she gets sad when our father
sacrifices the oaks
for the fire.
My sister writes poetry and sings
like a bird for the woods.
In a dream our father
whets his knife
to hunt wild boars.
My sister sees this and sings
beyond our father's dream
underlining with two lightnings
the straight trees.
Iacob Vasile, clasa a VIII-a
