Many dragonflies so gracefulWing in summer air fine,Wearing their tiny stays,Bringing back our hope so peacefulGraciously on their wings ashine: Summer days, my dragonflies. Transformation everywhere,Poetry and many twinkles,And below the solar praise:Fresh the delta, rosy air, What a charming, lovely bliss! Dragonflies, my summer days. Translated by Monica Manolachi
by Alexandru Macedonski (1854-1920)
