Ion PACHIA TATOMIRESCU
A SCULPTOR AGAINST DEATH
Lily of the valley, lily of the valley,
I am carving out, I am carving out
upon the lines of force of the great gravity treasure,
a radiograph-cobweb
hanging from the eaves of winged shingles,
under the steam-covered lenses of the Almightyflourisher;
I am also carving out, I am also carving out
death in the bones,
indifferent, among fairies, their heads crowned with
enamelled amphoras,
indifferent, in the clous of the fresh white poppy seeds,
indifferent, under the gilding locks, fluttered by caves,
mindful but of the hieroglyph-needle – pecked by the oriole –
the needle in which the spider threads
his filament,
thrusting it into the axle of the sapphirine celestial wheel...!
THE GRASS... (The Grass...)
The grass in dancing on God's eye,
thrusting its hand into His pockets, taking out
a flash of lightning lost among the tobacco blades –
there happens to be a bending flash
like a sickle fulgurating my friends...
...INTO THE LAST STATE OF MATTER...
The striated sky of my holy mushroom,
myriapoda like flashes of lightning – and the same
chromium ants
and the milk foam, among the planets,
and the white watwer lilies of the darkness
on the blue-purple tongue of the Sunday cloud
and the same photons from the gods' torches
intermingle towards the foggy perihelion,
among age-old, threadbare tents,
to let me cross the borders of the grass
into the last state of matter...
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 of the dewy grass, in a sanctuary,
in an oyster bearing the goddess
out of the unworldly sea foam,
in a propeller and in a 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 –
and I can't find Her...!
I'll still be searching tomorrow...!
English version by Gabriela PACHIA
