The ascension of words

Poems by Nichita Stănescu about Light, Self-Control, Hunger, Memory, Air, Being, Blood, Heart, Day, Love

The ascension of words

Thus, like the skin
of a shorn ewe, the day rises.

It is difficult to skin the self from a stone.
It is difficult to skin memory from a Greek.

But why should we talk about these!
After all,
light too has a skin,
light too can be skinned...
So
light too is guilty of being.

A gust of fresh air
comes with the millenium.
We are beautiful;
why should we not be beautiful?

We eat one another
only from hunger,
from adoration,
from structure,
from love.
It doesn't matter.
We are what we are,
that is, beautiful.

I carry my ever still blood
in my heart.
I carry my ever salt tear
in my eye.

I carry the angel in the middle of heaven.
Poems by Nichita Stănescu about light, self-control, hunger, memory, air, being, blood, heart, day, love.
From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.
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Nichita Stănescu (1933 - 1983) Romanian poet

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