Anonymous

I’m the poet nobody talks about

during the contemporary literature class

teachers don’t rush in quest of my works

and so far pupils haven’t called me names

in their minds for being compelled

to learn my poems by heart.

My grieving soul

doesn’t allow me to go on silence strike

and, even if I did,

whom should I protest against

and what should I ask for :

the indexation of the genuine talent

deflated

on the counter of the market economy,

the job

which nobody covets

and which can’t be cut out by any reform

or by upgrading our writing tools,

in this respect

the obsolete quill

can outrun the latest generation

IBM or Samsung computer

besides, who would step into my shoes

since the poet

is around and within myself forever

and, when it comes to hierarchies,

he is regularly registered

under the heading

and other people…

P.S. So the troops of the anonymous

increase with another fellow

who gets accustomed to the science

of abjuring his full name ―

vasile tărâţeanu

English version by Gabriela PACHIA