Serena reminded me about Nichita Stanescu, and because I think Nichita is so great, and so few of his poems are translated in English, I will translate some of my favorite poems, trying to keep close to the sense and partially the rhythm.
Sign 12
She was slowly becoming word,
clusters of wind soul,
dolphin in the claws of my eyebrows,
stone raising water into circles,
star inside my knee,
sky inside my shoulder,
me inside me.
(Nichita Stanescu)
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