Unwords
Poems by Nichita Stănescu about Salary, Blood, Man
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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 salary, blood, man.
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