This poem is taken from PN Review 285, Volume 52 Number 1, September - October 2025.
Set 11: Mondo de Virinoj kaj štormo
Translated by John Gallas
1.
The March Wind
Maria Banuș (1914–1999)/Romania
There’s a mad March wind in the turn of the world.
Today it has taken its turn with me.
I believe in the apples, round and ripe,
That will figure its pause and pregnancy.
The whole earth shakes. It shakes with life.
The March wind tumbles the turning sky.
We believe in the drive of newmade thoughts,
The startled now, and the scoured I.
The March wind howls in the turning world:
Believe in your strength. The trees are bare.
Invisible turbulence beats the branches.
Infinite darkness fills the air.
2.
Storm in a poppyfield
Regina Ullmann (1884–1961)/Germany
...
The March Wind
Maria Banuș (1914–1999)/Romania
There’s a mad March wind in the turn of the world.
Today it has taken its turn with me.
I believe in the apples, round and ripe,
That will figure its pause and pregnancy.
The whole earth shakes. It shakes with life.
The March wind tumbles the turning sky.
We believe in the drive of newmade thoughts,
The startled now, and the scoured I.
The March wind howls in the turning world:
Believe in your strength. The trees are bare.
Invisible turbulence beats the branches.
Infinite darkness fills the air.
2.
Storm in a poppyfield
Regina Ullmann (1884–1961)/Germany
...
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