The Bricklayer
by Nina Cassian (b. 1924)

An early bricklayer climbs

Up the scaffold growing high,

Oana watched him many times

Working hard, close to the sky.

When the wintry chill was sore,

T’was a heavy coat he wore.

Today his strong arms are bare,

Sleeves rolled up in the spring air.

And towards the joy-filled skies,

The new buildings rise and rise.

 

from Rainbow, Tineretului, 1962

 

 

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