POEME ROMÂNESTI ÎN LIMBI STRĂINE
Ion PACHIA TATOMIRESCU
I’ll Still Be Searching Tomorrow...
I can’t find her
although I’m searching in the flesh and beyond it:
in a cigarette, in a rosebud,
in the rainbow over the dewy grass, in a sanctuary,
in an oyster bearing the goddess
out of the unworldly seafoam,
in a propeller and in the scarab’s elytra,
plunging into gold,
in a crack of the darkness, gracefully dancing
among the eyelashes of the unshaken stars,
in a pearl, in a sarcophagus and in the pyramid
rejuvenating the blade which flickers on convolutions
or on the retina,
among the violet lime roots blossoming into violin clouds,
in a silkworm larva, in the concrete
or in the bone pillars of the forests,
in the humus, in the ozone, in the heavy water, in the blazing fire,
within the morning star,
in the bottom drawers of the dragonfly-brides,
in the Archeopteryx bird, in a UFO, in a typhoon –
but I can’t find Her... !
I’ll still be searching tomorrow... !
English version by Gabriela PACHIA
