Poems by Nichita Stănescu about Speed, Memory, Mind, Earth, Tears, God, Heart
DistanceDistance is the cog wheel
on the haunted axle of my hearing,
grinding fine the deadened mind
of that unborn god
waiting to be caught
by the earth's blue speed,
and carrying in a handled urn
the plucked heart - ours,
it's beating, it's heard, it's beating, it's heard,
a sphere in wild growth -
the roads are wet with tears,
memory frail and elastic,
a sling for stones, a gondola
drowned in childlike Venices,
a tooth yanked from the cells with a string -
down the empty socket of Vesuvius. And you exist.
Poems by Nichita Stănescu about speed, memory, mind, earth, tears, god, heart.
From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.