{"id":9948,"date":"2021-05-01T17:53:42","date_gmt":"2021-05-01T14:53:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9948"},"modified":"2021-12-23T11:52:57","modified_gmt":"2021-12-23T09:52:57","slug":"poem-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9948","title":{"rendered":"Poem \/ Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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Poem \/ Poem<\/p>\n

La \u00eenceput a fost cuv\u00e2ntul IUBIRE.
Respira\u0163ia ta ajungea p\u00e2n\u0103 la mine
stranie, ca o adiere de v\u00e2nt, iar v\u00e2ntul
st\u0103ruia-n juru-ne ca o respira\u0163ie tainic\u0103.
nu-mi mai amintesc din timpul acela dec\u00e2t
locurile umbrite pe unde treceam
\u015fi cerul \u00eenalt. Celelalte toate, dac\u0103 mai vin,
le \u00eent\u00e2lnesc \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor, ca pe tine.
\u00centotdeauna, acela\u015fi ceas b\u0103tea ora;
\u00eentotdeauna acela\u015fi ceas b\u0103tea ora:
parc\u0103 toate lucrurile din lume ar fi avut
o singur\u0103 moarte \u00een aceea\u015fi inim\u0103.
Zadarnic dau cea\u0163a u\u015foar\u0103-ntr-o parte:
arborii s-apleac\u0103 deasupra cu crengile lor
si r\u0103m\u00e2nem singuri \u00een \u00eentuneric
Cu o profund\u0103 rev\u0103rsare de ape.
La \u00eenceput a fost \u0163\u0103rmul meu, \u0163\u0103rmul t\u0103u,
iar \u00eentre noi IUBIREA ca un ocean mort.
Prima dat\u0103, soarele, \u00een timp ce trecea
de la unul
la altul,
c\u0103zu, pas\u0103re de aur ucis\u0103, \u00een valuri.
Pe urm\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 \u015ftirea noastr\u0103, fiin\u0163e hr\u0103p\u0103re\u0163e
cobor\u00e2r\u0103 de pe \u0163\u0103rmuri, umblar\u0103 pe ape.
Aceasta dur\u0103 c\u00e2teva mii de ani. Apoi, \u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu,
animale marine venir\u0103 s\u0103 mu\u015fte din \u0163\u0103rmuri.
acum, liniile noastre m\u00e2ncate se aseam\u0103n\u0103
cu profilul continentelor iar sufletele,
ca floarea nestatornic\u0103 din spuma m\u0103rii,
se sfarm\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2nturi, se usura pe st\u00e2nci.
La \u00eenceput \u00eentre noi a fost un singur cuv\u00e2nt.
Acum, sute de cuvinte moarte se \u00eensufle\u0163esc,
c\u00e2nd respira\u0163ia ta ajunge p\u00e2n\u0103 la mine,
stranie, ca o adiere de v\u00e2nt\u2026<\/p>\n

Stefan Augustin Doinas<\/p>\n

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Poem<\/p>\n

In the beginning was the word LOVE.
Your breath reached me
eerie, like a breath of wind, and the wind itself
lingered around us like a mysterious breath.
all I remember from that time
were the shady places we passed
and the high sky. The other things, if they come,
I find them by pure chance, as I find you;
forever the same clock was ticking\u2026
Forever the same clock struck the hour:
as if all things in the world would have
a single death in one heart.
In vain I set aside the light mist :
the trees bend their branches above us
and we were left alone at night
in the middle of the overflowing water.
In the beginning was my shore, your shore,
and between us LOVE like a dead ocean.
For the first time, the sun, as it passed
from one
to another,
fell, golden bird killed, in waves.
Then, without our knowledge, predatory beings
descended from the shores, walked on the waters.
It lasted several thousand years. Then, eventually,
sea creatures came to bite on the shores.
now, our bitten lines look like
the profile of the continents and the souls,
like the fickle flower made of the foam of the sea,
shatter in the winds, lighten on the rocks.
At first there was only one word between us.
Now hundreds of dead words come to life,
when your breath reaches me,
eerie, like a breath of wind\u2026<\/p>\n

Translated by Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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