Like Gulliver
Like Gulliver pulling a hundred shps
I draw you, my lovers, to the shore,
clumsy, in all colors, cunning with your
tiny swords and shooting from the hips.

Like Gulliver I spare you, even though
you hit my skull cruelly and hope it breaks.
I laugh at you through strings and snakes
of blood, my furious lovers with your tiny bows.

                        Nina Cassian
(tradução Willis Barnstone e  Matei Calinescu)

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