POEME ROMÂNESTI ÎN LIMBI STRĂINE
Anghel DUMBRĂVEANU
Seeds
We shall bury ourselves in the night’s deepness
And grow into seeds, we shall become
Two elongated ovals, in the shape of
The kiss. Disrobing the daylight,
we shall be like the wheat.
We shall envelope ourselves in quietness
Under the enthrallment of the sick moon.
My mouth will appease your lips,
Your shoulders will drop their contours, while your breasts
Will thrust into my chest
Two bite prints, two sighs
And a cosmic rhythm will obliterate
My memory, your memory, and we shall be
Crystalline like water, nameless and pure
Like unclassified plants and we shall wonder all life long
How we grow into star seeds
With each sacramental night.
English version by Gabriela PACHIA
