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Beside the entertaining value, I read this poem as a memento of the differences between people.
Just as Arghezi may have meant in this poem for his daughters, we take for granted a lot about other people, when in fact we don't know the first thing even about close friends... Most of the time we unconsciously supplement that lack of knowledge by projecting our own [thoughts, goals, needs, desires, feelings, etc.] on them.
Eveningby Tudor Arghezi
A spider like a big mole Stumbles long on six hair stakes Barely seen and he is whole With his needs and with his aches Coming from his daily work, Speeds along with hurry's lot. Waiting's hanging from a cork, Up, his house on ceiling wrought. Doesn't see me, doesn't dig me, Doesn't know me anyway, Why am I so large and seemy? Why is he so small away? translated by Moon Steer, March 2002
Searade Tudor Arghezi
Un păianjen ca un neg, Umblă lung in șase peri, Abia-l vezi și e întreg Cu nevoi și cu dureri. Vine de la munca lui, Nu se-nșală de picior. Îl asteaptă, colo-n cui, Casa prinsă de urcior. Nu ma vede, nu ma are, Nu ma știe de nimic, De ce-oi fi atat de mare? De ce-i el atat de mic?