Pamânt si stele / Earth and Stars

POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 16, 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pamânt si stele

Când stelele mi-au spus
esti ca noi
a noastra
plamadita din noi
fata ta e luminoasa
esti frumoasa, frumoasa
parul tau
e aurul luminos stelar
am raspuns
voi îl vedeti astfel parul meu.
Voi îl luminati
stralucesc
iar fata mea la fel.
Mi-am privit apoi degetul cel mic
pe care unghia era asezata
putin strâmb
am zâmbit trist.

Când pamântul mi-a spus
privindu-ma din profunzimile-i îndoielnice
într-o noapte care din el izvora
si care era a lui
fara stele…
Un pamânt
negru si cenusiu
Pamânt bogat
si cenusiu
geana ta e si a pamântului
gustul lamâiei e acelasi la tine
si la pamânt.
Ciutele când alearga în hohotul lor
nestavilit de râs
lasa aceeasi urma de lut ars
acelasi miros de ambra
în inima ta
si în inima pamântului
parul tau e întunecat
precum acesta noapte grea
din care am fost plamaditi.

Pamântule,
Stelelor,
am strigat din toata puterea
(si cu toate acestea
nici Pamântul
nici Stelele
n-au ascultat chemarea)
Nu sunt nici
stele
nici pamânt.
Am sânge de tigan împarat.
În mine sunt pasari
si târâtoare
vulturi
meduze
pantere
pauni
privighetori
tigri
antilope
cameleoni.
Din toate acestea
m-am nascut eu
care contin
fara a fi continuta,
luminata de stele
întunecata de pamânt
am fost astfel
de la primul zvâcnet în forma de cruce
care mi-a însufletit
trupul
(si) care a fost o imensa cruce.

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Earth and Stars

When the stars told me
you are like us
ours
created from us
your face is irradiant
you’re beautiful, beautiful
your hair
is stellar bright gold
I answered
you see my hair so.
You light it
I glow
and my face too.
Then I looked at my little finger
on which the nail was placed
a bit crooked
I smiled sadly.

When the earth sad to me
watching me from his doubtful
depths
one night that rose from him
and that was his
without stars…
A black and grey
earth
A wealthy earth
and grey
your lash is of the earth’s as well
the lemon’s taste is the same to you
as it is to the earth.
When the roes run in their abandoned laughter
they leave the same trail of burnt clay
the same smell of amber
in your heart
and in the earth’s heart
your hair is dark
like this deep night
that we were created from.

Earth,
Stars,
I shouted with all my strength
(but
neither the Earth
or the Stars
listened to my call)
I am not
stars
nor earth.
I have the blood of a gypsy king.
In me there are birds
and crawlers
eagles
jellyfish
panthers
peacocks
nightingales
tigers
antelopes
chameleons.
Of all this
I was born
that I bear
without being borne
brightened by stars
darkened by earth
I was so
from the first crossed twitch
that inspirited
my body
(and) that was a great cross.

IRINEL FRANCU