By Ion Caraion
Whoever drinks from a sole glass
Breaks but one glass
And loses just one illusion
Or puts the glass back on a shelf of the cupboard
And forgets.
The one who forgets
Has drunk but from a sole glass.
Whoever drinks from a sole glass
Dies within that one glass
And departs from one life
In my one life
I have drunk from all glasses
Thinking that the next one
Holds what I have been searching for
