The Unwords (a poem by Nichita Stanescu)

[This is a poem originally written in Romanian by a genius called Nichita Stanescu; I suppose there is an English translation available somewhere, but since I’m a translator… English speakers out there, you’re welcome]

The Un-words

He reached towards me with a leaf like a hand with fingers

I reached towards him with a hand like a leaf with teeth

He reached towards me with a branch like an arm

I reached towards him with an arm like a branch

He leaned towards me his trunk like an apple-tree

I leaned towards him my shoulder like a knotty trunk

I could hear his sap quickening like blood pulsing

He could hear my blood slackening like sap climbing

I passed through him

He passed through me

I remained a tree, alone

He remained a human, alone


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