MARINA
de Nichita Stanescu
Palma cu scoici, o, sun-o tu,
in adormirea pietrelor si-a sarii,
ca-n inserarea ce ne prefacu
stalpi rasuciti sub bolta marii.
Deasupra-ne, delfini batand
cu coada prora lunii verzi,
lemnul tristetii desprinzand,
ti se parea ca-l prinzi, ca-l pierzi,
si crabii mainilor, in laturi,
desfasurau, de alge, vechi,
verzoase, fluturate paturi,
cu somnul tamplelor perechi.
O, suna-mi tu din palmi, sticleste
deasupra cer de ape, strabatut
cu fulgerarea cozilor de peste
la dunga soarelui neinceput.
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MARINA
by Nichita Stanescu The palm with shells, you peal it, thus,
In the deep slumber of the rocks and salt,
Like the tall twilight that had changed us
To twisted pillars in the sea vault.
Above us, crowds of dolphins batting
Their tails against the green moon’s prow,
Cracking the sad old lumber, letting
You catch it… perhaps you’ll lose it now…
And our hands, like crabs in motion,
Were peeling putrid algae heaps
From green old blankets by the ocean
Entwined with our temples’ sleep.
Oh, sing to me with palms, and glimmer
Over the fluid sky, traversed
By flashing fish-tails growing dimmer
In the thin sun line, unsubmersed.
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