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NICHITA STANESCU (31.03.1933-13.12.1983)<\/p>\n
1. Aceasta tara de vis<\/p>\nC\u00e2nd se va sf\u00e2rsi asfaltul drumului
trupul meu si trupul tau se vor face asfalt
ca sa nu ram\u00e2na necalatorita
aceasta tara de vis.<\/p>\nC\u00e2nd vor cadea frunzele pomului,
c\u00e2nd se va vesteji iarba c\u00e2mpului,
pletele mele si pletele tale
se vor asterne pe c\u00e2mpuri
ca sa nu ram\u00e2na \u00eenfrigurata
aceasta tara de vis.<\/p>\nC\u00e2nd vor seca izvoarele
si c\u00e2nd ploile vor pleca \u00een sus
eu si cu tine ne vom tine de m\u00e2na
si vom pl\u00e2nge, vom pl\u00e2nge
ca sa nu ram\u00e2na vaduvita de tristete
aceasta tara de vis.<\/p>\nC\u00e2nd vor muri c\u00e2inii,
c\u00e2nd vor pieri caii,
c\u00e2nd iepurii vor fi m\u00e2ncati
de gura mortii,
c\u00e2nd ciorile negre
si pescarusii albi
vor fi mistuiti \u00een gusa aerului,
eu si cu tine vom fi
c\u00e2ine si cal
iepure si cioara,
dar mai ales vom fi
pescarusul cel alb
ca sa nu ram\u00e2na
fara diadema de carne vie
aceasta tara de vis.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
This country of dream<\/p>\nWhen the asphalt of the road will end
my body and your body will become asphalt
so as not to remain untraveled
this country of dream.<\/p>\nWhen the leaves of the tree will fall,
when the grass of the field will wither,
my tresses and your tresses
will lie down in the fields
so as not to get cold
this country of dream.<\/p>\nWhen the springs will dry up
and the rains will go upwards
you and I will hold hands
and we will weep, we will weep
so as not to be widowed of sorrow
this country of dream.<\/p>\nWhen the dogs will die,
when the horses will perish,
when the rabbits will be eaten
by the mouth of death,
when black crows
and white seagulls
will be consumed by the dewlap of the air,
you and I will be
dog and horse
rabbit and crow,
but most of all we will be
the white seagull
so as not to remain
without live flesh diadem
this country of dream.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
2. Un poem spre aducere aminte<\/p>\n
At\u00e2ta s\u0103 nu uita\u021bi:
c\u0103 el a fost un om viu,
viu,
pip\u0103ibil cu m\u00e2na.<\/p>\n
At\u00e2ta s\u0103 nu uita\u021bi
c\u0103 el a b\u0103ut cu gura lui, \u2013
c\u0103 avea piele
\u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00een \u0219tof\u0103.<\/p>\n
At\u00e2t s\u0103 nu uita\u021bi, \u2013
c\u0103 ar fi putut s\u0103 stea
la mas\u0103 cu noi,
la masa cinei celei de tain\u0103<\/p>\n
At\u00e2t s\u0103 uita\u021bi! Numai at\u00e2t, \u2013
c\u0103 El a tr\u0103it,
\u00eenaintea noastr\u0103\u2026
Numai at\u00e2t,
\u00een genunchi v\u0103 rog, s\u0103 uita\u021bi!<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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A poem to remember<\/p>\n
Only this do not forget:
that he was a living man,
alive,
Tangible by hand.<\/p>\n
Only this do not forget
that he drank with his mouth, –
that he had skin
dressed in cloth.<\/p>\n
Only this do not forget, –
that he could have stayed
at the table with us,
at the Last Supper’s table<\/p>\n
Only this do forget! Only this, –
that He lived,
before us\u2026
Only this,
on my knees, I beg of you, forget!<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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3. Sa ninga peste noi<\/p>\n
S\u0103 ning\u0103 peste noi cu miei doar ast\u0103zi
S\u0103 ning\u0103 inima \u00een noi
Noi niciodat\u0103 nu am fost noroi
O spun \u015fi mieii care ning pe noi
O, dulce, mult prea dulce tu, fecioar\u0103,
Care mi l-ai f\u0103cut pe Iezus chiar din flori
Ce zici c\u0103 ninge mieii peste noi
Ce zici c\u0103 ninge mieii peste sear\u0103
\u015ei pe z\u0103pad\u0103 c\u0103 noi ningem am\u00e2ndoi?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Let it snow on us<\/p>\n
Let it snow on us with lambs only today
Let our heart snow inside us
We have never been mudded thus
So do say the lambs that snow over us
Oh, sweet, you, virgin, way too sweet
Who made my Jesus out of blessed fruit
What do you say that lambs snow over us
What do you say that lambs snow in zenith
And that on snow we both snow today?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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4. Pean<\/p>\n
Nu trebuie \u00een\u0163elese sentimentele, –
ele trebuie s\u0103 fie tr\u0103ite.
Nu trebuie \u00een\u0163ele\u015fi porcii, –
ei trebuie s\u0103 fie m\u00e2nca\u0163i.
Nu trebuie \u00een\u0163elese florile, –
ele trebuie s\u0103 fie mirosite.
Nu trebuie s\u0103 fie \u00een\u0163eleas\u0103 pas\u0103rea, –
l\u0103sa\u0163i-o pe ea singur\u0103;
nu-i face\u0163i ramur\u0103 din inima voastr\u0103,
nu-i be\u0163i cu respirarea voastr\u0103 aerul,
aerul de sub arip\u0103…
Nu trebuie mai ales s\u0103 \u00een\u0163elegem, –
trebuie mai ales s\u0103 fim;
dar mai ales trebuie s\u0103 fi fost,
\u00eentr-adev\u0103r mai ales s\u0103 fi fost.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Paean<\/p>\n
Feelings mustn\u2019t be understood, –
they must be lived.
Pigs mustn\u2019t be understood, –
they must be eaten.
Flowers mustn\u2019t be understood, –
they must be smelled.
The bird mustn\u2019t be understood, –
leave her alone:
don\u2019t make her branche from your heart,
don\u2019t drink with your breath her air,
the air beneath her wings\u2026
We mustn\u2019t especially understand, –
we must especially be.
but especially we must have been,
indeed, especially must have been.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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5. De dragoste<\/p>\n
Ea sta plictisita si foarte frumoasa
parul ei negru este suparat
m\u00e2na ei luminoasa
demult m-a uitat, –
demult s-a uitat si pe sine
cum atirna pe ceafa scaunului.<\/p>\n
Eu m\u0103 inec \u00een lumine
si scrisnesc \u00een crugul anului.
Ii arat dintii din gura,
dar ea stie ca eu nu rid,
dulcea luminii faptura
mie, pe mine m\u0103 infatiseaza pe c\u00e2nd
ea sta plictisita si foarte frumoasa
si eu numai pentru ea traiesc
\u00een lumea fioroasa
de sub ceresc.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Of love<\/p>\n
She sits bored and very beautiful
her dark hair is upset
her arm so lightful
for ages about me would forget, –
for ages about herself she’d forget
as it hangs over the back of the chair.<\/p>\n
I am drowning in the lights’ velvet
grinding my teeth in the rotation of the year.
I show her my mouth’s teeth,
but she knows that I do not smile,
the sweet creature of lights bequeath
mirrors myself to me, while
she sits bored and very beautiful
and I live for her only
in this world, truly awful
under the heaven holy.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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6. Evocare<\/p>\n
Ea era frumoasa ca umbra unei idei, –
a piele de copil mirosea spinarea ei,
a piatra proaspat sparta
a strigat dintr-o limba moarta.<\/p>\n
Ea nu avea greutate, ca respirarea.
R\u00e2z\u00e2nda si pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nda cu lacrimi mari
era sarata ca sarea
slavita la ospete de barbari.<\/p>\n
Ea era frumoasa ca umbra unui g\u00e2nd.
\u00centre ape, numai ea era pam\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Conjuring<\/p>\n
She was beautiful like an idea’s shade, –
her back was smelling like a child’s skin portrayed,
like a rock freshly wrung
like a cry in a dead tongue.<\/p>\n
She had no weight, like the breath.
Laughing and crying with big tears
she was salty like the salt strength
at feasts worshipped by the goths with cheers.<\/p>\n
She was beautiful like the shadow of a thought.
Between waters, only she was land spot.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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7. Alta matematica<\/p>\n
Noi \u015ftim c\u0103 unu ori unu fac unu,
dar un inorog ori o par\u0103
nu \u015ftim c\u00e2t face.
\u015etim c\u0103 cinci f\u0103r\u0103 patru fac unu,
dar un nor f\u0103r\u0103 o corabie
nu \u015ftim c\u00e2t face.
\u015etim, noi \u015ftim c\u0103 opt
\u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it la opt fac unu,
dar un munte \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it la o capr\u0103
nu \u015ftim c\u00e2t face.
\u015etim c\u0103 unu plus unu fac doi,
dar eu \u015fi cu tine,
nu \u015etim, vai, nu \u015ftim c\u00e2t facem.<\/p>\n
Ah, dar o plapum\u0103
\u00eenmul\u0163it\u0103 cu un iepure
face o roscovan\u0103, desigur,
o varz\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it\u0103 la un steag
fac un porc,
un cal f\u0103r\u0103 un tramvai
face un \u00eenger,
o conopid\u0103 plus un ou,
face un astragal…<\/p>\n
Numai tu \u015fi cu mine
\u00eenmulti\u0163i \u015fi \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163i\u0163i
aduna\u0163i \u015fi sc\u0103zu\u0163i
r\u0103m\u00e2nem aceia\u015fi…<\/p>\n
Pieri din mintea mea!
Revino-mi \u00een inim\u0103!<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Another kind of math<\/p>\n
We know that one times one is one,
but a unicorn times a pear
have no idea what it is.
We know that five minus four is one
but a cloud minus a sailboat
have no idea what it is.
We know, yep, that eight
divided by eight is one,
but a mountain divided by a goat
have no idea what it is.
We know that one plus one is two,
but me and you, alas,
we have NO idea what it is.<\/p>\n
Oh, but a blanket
times a rabbit
is a red-headed one of course,
a cabbage divided by a flag
is a pig,
a horse minus a tram
is an angel,
a cauliflower plus an egg
is an astragalus.<\/p>\n
Only you and I
multiplied and divided
added and subtracted
remain the same\u2026<\/p>\n
Vanish from my mind!
Come back into my heart!<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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8. Poem<\/p>\n
Spune-mi, dac\u0103 te-a\u015f prinde-ntr-o zi
\u015fi \u0163i-a\u015f s\u0103ruta talpa piciorului,
nu-i a\u015fa c\u0103 ai \u015fchiop\u0103ta pu\u0163in, dup\u0103 aceea,
de team\u0103 s\u0103 nu-mi strive\u015fti s\u0103rutul?…<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
Poem<\/p>\n
Tell me if I were to catch you one day
and I’d kiss the sole of your foot,
wouldn’t you limp a little after that,
afraid to crush my kiss? \u2026<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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9. Semn 12<\/p>\n
Ea devenise \u00eencetul cu \u00eencetul cuv\u00e2nt,
fuioare de suflet de v\u00e2nt,
delfin \u00een ghearele spr\u00e2ncenelor mele,
piatr\u0103 st\u00e2rnind \u00een ap\u0103 inele,
stea \u00eenl\u0103untrul genunchiului meu,
cer \u00eenl\u0103untrul um\u0103rului meu,
eu \u00eenl\u0103untrul eului meu.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Sign 12<\/p>\n
Slowly she became a word,
bundles of soul on the wind stirred,
a dolphin in my eyebrows claw
a stone provoking rings in flow,
a star inside the knee of mine
a sky inside the shoulder of mine
and I inside the I of mine.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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10. Poveste sentimentala<\/p>\n
Pe urm\u0103 ne vedeam din ce \u00een ce mai des.
Eu st\u0103team la o margine-a orei,
tu – la cealalt\u0103,
ca dou\u0103 toarte de amfor\u0103.
Numai cuvintele zburau intre noi,
\u00eenainte \u015fi \u00eenapoi.
V\u00e2rtejul lor putea fi aproape z\u0103rit,
\u015fi deodat\u0103,
\u00eemi l\u0103sam un genunchi,
iar cotul mi-infigeam \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
numai ca s\u0103 privesc iarba-nclinat\u0103
de caderea vreunui cuv\u00e2nt,
ca pe sub laba unui leu alerg\u00e2nd.
Cuvintele se roteau, se roteau \u00eentre noi,
\u00eenainte \u015fi \u00eenapoi,
\u015fi cu c\u00e2t te iubeam mai mult, cu at\u00e2t
repetau, \u00eentr-un v\u00e2rtej aproape v\u0103zut,
structura materiei, de la-nceput.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sentimental story<\/p>\n
Then we saw each other more and more.
I stood at one side of the hour,
you at the other,
like two handles of an amphora.
Only the words flew between us both,
back and forth.
You could almost see their swirling,
and suddenly,
I would lower a knee,
and touch my elbow to the dust world
only to look at the grass tilted subtly
by the falling of some word,
like under the paw of a running lion spurred.
The words spun between us both,
back and forth,
and the more I loved you, the more
they continued, this almost seen swirl,
the structure of matter, from before.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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11. Leoaica t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, iubirea<\/p>\n
Leoaica t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, iubirea
mi-ai s\u0103rit \u00een fa\u0163\u0103.
M\u0103 p\u00e2ndise-n \u00eencordare
mai demult.
Col\u0163ii albi mi i-a \u00eenfipt \u00een fa\u0163\u0103,
m-a mu\u015fcat leoaica, azi, de fa\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u015ei deodata-n jurul meu, natura
se f\u0103cu un cerc, de-a-dura,
c\u00e2nd mai larg, c\u00e2nd mai aproape,
ca o str\u00e2ngere de ape.
\u015ei privirea-n sus \u0163i\u015fni,
curcubeu t\u0103iat \u00een dou\u0103,
\u015fi auzul o-nt\u00e2lni
tocmai l\u00e2ng\u0103 cioc\u00e2rlii.<\/p>\n
Mi-am dus m\u00e2na la spr\u00e2ncean\u0103,
la t\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u015fi la b\u0103rbie,
dar m\u00e2na nu le mai \u015ftie.
\u015ei alunec\u0103-n ne\u015ftire
pe-un de\u015fert \u00een str\u0103lucire,
peste care trece-alene
o leoaic\u0103 ar\u0103mie
cu mi\u015fc\u0103rile viclene,
\u00eenc\u0103-o vreme,
\u015fi-nc\u0103-o vreme…<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Love, a young lioness<\/p>\n
Love, a young lioness
jumped into my face.
She’d been stalking me with strain
for a while.
Her white fangs stuck into my face,
The lioness bit today, my face.<\/p>\n
And suddenly the nature, around me,
made a circle tumbling free
sometimes wider, nearer,
like a gathering of water.
And the glance upwards burst sight,
like a rainbow sliced in two,
and the hearing met it tight
right near the skylarks’ view.<\/p>\n
I put my hand on my eyebrow,
on my temple, chin and fore
but the hand knows them no more.
And it glides haphazardly
on a shining desert glee,
over which with lazy moves
walks an auburn lioness
with her cunning motions loose,
for a time,
and one more time…<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
traducere, M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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