by Adrian Sima

One morning I woke myself imperfect,
so I took the right line
(easy like a flake)
from the ghost of Cygnus
(thin like something palpable),
and, contradicting the earthling Euclid,
I arched it like a bow,
knotting it around my neck.

I went through
markets and streets of the galaxy,
and all the people, absolutely all,
shouted after me:

"What a wry right line is that!
What a right man is this,
with a right line around his neck!"

Copyright © 2003, Adrian Sima

~ English translation from the Romanian by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe ~

Adrian Sima is a Romanian student in physics and popularizer of astronomy. He was named youth laureate for astropoetry at the Cosmopoetry Festival of the Romanian Society for Meteors and Astronomy-SARM, and laureate of an international poetry festival in the Moldavian Republic.

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