The Bricklayer

An early bricklayer climbs Up the scaffold growing high,Oana watched him many timesWorking 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

by Nina Cassian (b. 1924)