Unwords

Poems by Nichita Stănescu about Blood, Man

Unwords

He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers.
I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.
He offered me a branch like an arm.
I offered him my arm like a branch.
He tipped his trunk towards me
like a shoulder.
I tipped my shoulder to him
like a knotted trunk.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
He passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
He
a solitary man.
Poems by Nichita Stănescu about blood, man.
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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.