POEME ROMÂNESTI ÎN LIMBI STRĂINE
Adrian BOTEZ
If I Were to Preach
if I were to preach – I wouldn’t instantiate
anything : I would mumble some disparate
words – then I would be silent – ashamed
in a nook of heavenly wonders
I haven’t roamed this world far and wide
I haven’t walked barefoot in the grass – in fresh dew and sunlight –
together with throngs of people – kneading
the earth – with feet and fists –
heedful of the sacred design
nor have I withstood the seas – in
brotherhoods of the billow’s foam – nor have I
marvelled before the giant fish
nor have I prostrated myself under the ferocious flapping
of the sky’s birds – arising from the water’s nothingness
I haven’t harmonised in the evening by tall fires
trying to lure the Heaven and its
enigmatic gates – abundant in massive air – and
its precious and rare treasure chests – deifically
locked up – after some lengthy
and wise reflection
I haven’t ruled innumerable peoples – submitting them
to the moon and to the sun – nor have I built
enduring pyramids – at dusk
the grove’s birds – large or small – didn’t visit me – at
the dawns of the world – and
I didn’t exchange words and innocent
or rather profligate
prattle-tattle – blazing blatter – with late-night
angels – after the cattle trails – endlessly
stringing out – had returned from
watering – leaving behind an undefiled resting
place – on porches and around
the water wells – hooting – from the depths – in
my forefathers’ voices
and – above all – I haven’t questioned the mountains about the hour
of silence – while the peak has remained my brother under thunderbolts – though
dumbstruck and smothered in
the green foams of the forests’ bashfulness – in the white
foams – of the wellsprings’ fearlessness : heavenwards
among crags – there rise – unseen – the fierce temples – to which
now and then – in my mind’s unceasing
wanderlust – I make offerings
or – together with unseeable priests or
nighttime genii – in mystery of the stellar stone – I chisel and hastily
paint – with thunder and fire
the holy icons of the – hidden and savage – hazy gods – furious
as well as the world’s shaken foundations
rooty – naïve and long-bearded
...what is more, God has never
summoned me – like the plague-stricken – now and again – to
lure me with His
words – to unbutton
my soul – high up there – above
the Heavens – and let me contemplate – sitting – as lend-lease and
for the fun of it – on His throne
the Earth’s oceans and fields – as
utterly sacred places – most befitting
ploughing – with my eyesight – with
my mind – and – moaning with their unfathomable heart’s desire – tilled
ready for seed – through
white from wakefulness – striving
I’ve never left the insatiable world-tailoring
scissors open – for fear I might
be – myself – perpetual
prey to their gluttony – or
between their iron lips – I might urge them to utter
what would ill beseem me – from my undeniably
immoderate and impudent liking – in my unthoughtfulness
they might give birth – mere world inceptions – to monsters grounded
on stubs – featherbrained blind
dumb – deaf and
grumpy
what other fresh things could I add – to
the rivers’ meanderings? – they’re not in want
of my voicing – to amend
– from time to time – the whereabouts of their
slithering body – lest their waters get benumbed – their
holy deltas – lest they allow themselves to be infested by
the pixies’ diseases – now shrewd – now
dolefully singing – in the night
of unrest
what could I advocate in front
of the peoples – silently – moving – in
and behind God’s shadow – listening
night after night – the Heaven of the fixed stars – to
know – the following day – the prays to encounter
the herds of their deeds ?
abiding – as if under the moon’s
dewfall – under the sweat of my brow in afternoons
and learning how to step into the twilight: this is the sole sermon to preach
worthwhile and blissfully suited
for my bones – adrift in the skies
for my bones – pervaded
by holy air and unheard-of seraphic songs – my bones over
which – once in a while – there wondrously relishes
as the rise of a renewed world – a
flower
(English version: Gabriela PACHIA)