Evocation – 2012

Evocare
de Nichita Stanescu

Ea era frumoasa ca umbra unei idei,
a piele de copil mirosea spinarea ei,
a piatra proaspat sparta,
a strigat dintr-o limba moarta.

Ea nu avea greutate, ca respirarea.
Razanda și planganda cu lacrimi mari
era sarata ca sarea
slavita la ospete de barbari.

Ea era frumoasa ca umbra unui gand.
Intre ape, numai ea era pamant.

Conjuring
By Nichita Stanescu

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.

She had no weight, like the breath.
Laughing and crying with big tears
she was salty like the salt’s strength
at feasts worshipped by the goths with cheers.

She was beautiful like the shadow of a thought.
Between waters, only she was landspot.