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Nichita Stãnescu

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Nichita Stnescu

Burned forest
Black snow was falling. The tree line
shone when I turned to see -
I had wondered long and silent,
alone, trailing memory behind me.
And it seemed the stars, fied as they were,
ground their teeth, a stiffened neus,
an infernal machine, tolling
the halted hours of conciousness.
Then, a thick silence descends,
and my e!ery gesture
lea!es a comet tail in the hea!ens.
And I hear e!ey glance I cast
as it echoes against
some tree.
"hild, what were you seeking there,
with your gangly arms and #ointed shoulders
on which the wings were barely dry -
black snow drifting in the e!ening sky.
A hori$on howling, far from !iew,
darting its tongues and anthracite,
dragged me fore!er down the mute row,
my body, half naked, sliding from sight.
In distances of smoke the town afire,
bla$ing beneath the #lanes, a frigid #yre.
%e two, forest, what did we do&
%hy did they burn you, forest, in a toga of ash -
and the moon no longer #asses o!er you&
From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"
english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.

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