Last night I attended a benefit concert, thinking that cello and piano and poetry would soothe my weary soul from the events of the past month–from my son’s diving accident, to my best friend’s car accident, to the tragedy in Brattleboro.
I had been writing incessantly for over a week since the shooting at the Co-op, and with my latest post, I felt that I might be finished. Instead, I found my anguish stirred rather than soothed by last night’s performance, particularly when the poetry of the Romanian poet Eminescu was read.
Unto the Star
‘Tis such a long way to the star
Rising above our shore
It took its light to come so far
Thousands of years and more.
It may have long died on its way
Into the distant blue
And only now appears its ray
To shine for us as true.
We see its icon slowly rise
And climb the canopy;
It lived when still unknown to eyes,
We see what ceased to be.
And so it is when yearning love
Dies into depth of night:
Extinct its flame, still glows above
And haunts us with its light.
~Mihai Eminescu (1850-1889)/translated by Adrian Sahlean
Kelly Salasin, August 20, 2011