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Destiny
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"When I opened my eyes, I was
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"Tell me, if I caught you one day
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in this body you can see
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and kissed your foot,
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and as guilty was I of its kind
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wouldn't you limp a while, afterwards,
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as guilty are the leaves for being green.
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afraid not to crush my kiss...?"
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And suddenly I became to know
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Autumn Emotion
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the ways of the world and of the calls
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"Autumn is here, cover my heart
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and to feel all of the trees, alive,
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with the shadow of a tree, or your shadow
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and the painful curve of the horizon.
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Sometimes, I fear I won't see you anymore
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And torn by quick birds I scream,
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that I'll grow sharp wings, up to the clouds,
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to burn down hit by a meteor,
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that you'll hide in somebody else's eye,
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to fall asleep on long, swan necks,
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and he'll close himself in a wormwood leaf.
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and hit by oars, to die.
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Oh, every sound is as an elephant fang,
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And then, I get close to the stones, silent
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with its tusk twisted in the noon,
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I take the words, drown them in the sea.
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and each glance, raving,
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I whistle the moon, rise her, transform her
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recomposes in cold, myth-like letters."
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in a great love."
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Winter
Song
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The Embrace |
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"You are so beautiful, in the winter!
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"When we saw each other, the air
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The field lying down, beside the horizon
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between us threw away, at once,
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and the trees stopped from the north wind.
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the image of the naked, indifferent trees,
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My nostrils are shaking
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that it let get through.
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and there isn't a single scent,
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a single breeze,
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Oh, we ran, calling our names
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just the faraway smell, of ice,
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towards each other, and so quickly,
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of suns.
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that time got flat between our chests,
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How clear your hands are, in the winter!
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and the hour, hit, broke up into minutes.
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And nobody goes by
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just the white suns, turn quietly,
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I would have liked to keep you in my arms
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and the thought grows in the skies
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as I hold the body of my childhood, in past
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voicing the trees,
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with its unrepeated deaths.
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by twos,
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And I would have liked to embrace you
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by fours."
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with my ribs"
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All poems translated by
© Gustav Demeter from
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Stănescu, Nichita (1985).
Ordinea cuvintelor, Bucuresti: Ed. Cartea românească
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