Adrian Munteanu (b. 1948)
WITH OPEN ARMS
With open arms, don’t greet me on your threshold;
Your home is haunted by a hunchback silence,
Which hides in darkest corners, in defiance
Of frozen memories, which grip my world.
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Forget me not, whilst trying to distinguish,
In vain, the image of an elusive cast,
As I can hardly see afar the blemish
Of distant sails and of a tilted mast…
Discard the oar and let the doubt to perish…
Give me your hand, take me afar, at last.
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My heart is melting, by the candlelight,
I’m just a pitiful, stray dog, without repose…
My body, torn to pieces, couldn’t fight.
My sins, which are untold, are worthless dross…
I’m loath and fearful of the coming spite:
You are my only Hope, my Holy Cross.
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