Sentimental story

Poems by Nichita Stănescu about Word, Things, Flight

Sentimental story

Then we met more often.
I stood at one side of the hour,
you at the other,
like two handles of an amphora.
Only the words flew between us,
back and forth.
You could almost see their swirling,
and suddenly,
I would lower a knee,
and touch my elbow to the ground
to look at the grass, bent
by the falling of some word,
as though by the paw of a lion in flight.
The words spun between us,
back and forth,
and the more I loved you, the more
they continued, this whirl almost seen,
the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.
Poems by Nichita Stănescu about word, things, flight.
From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"

Nichita Stănescu 1933 - 1983, romanian poet

Was born on: 31 mar 1933.
Died on 13 dec 1983, at 50 years old.

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