Unwords

by SwamiVienna, Austria

Apr 2013 502 Views 3 comments

Unwords

Author: Nichita Stanescu

He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers.
I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.
He offered me a branch like an arm.
I offered him my arm like a branch.
He tipped his trunk towards me
like a shoulder.
I tipped my shoulder to him
like a knotted trunk.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
He passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
He
a solitary man.

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Posted: Apr 2013

About this poem:

I enjoyed it.
He is not english writer but
You can found more translations
in internet.

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Comments (3)

Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKApr 13, 2013

This is beautiful.

SwamiOPVienna, AustriaApr 13, 2013

Nichita Stanescu received numerous poetry awards, of which the most important was the Herder Prize (1975) as well as a Nobel Prize nomination.

JyonnahReading, Pennsylvania USAApr 13, 2013

This sounds to me like a hit-and-run love affair. A whirlwind of sensuality and fulfillment for a brief moment... and then they were solitary again. But evidently it meant something more to her as she penned it into eternity for all to see. *sigh*