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Dumitru Ichim: Poeme

DUMITRU ICHIM

ORHIDEEA

Tu cine e?ti
de
vrei s?-mi dai
pova??
de noroc?
m-a
ntrebat n sear? orhideea
ce
ncerca s?-?i scrie
cu
primul ei boboc,
poemul
rar ?i ne-ndr?znit
lumirilor vreodat?.
- Sunt singurul care-am iubit
(mi-e
martor cerul,
dator
la mprumut)
cea
mai frumoas? fat?,
de
la primul
pn?
la ultimul s?rut.
…?i-apoi
fream?tul meu a t?cut.
Orhideea
cu buze-ntredeschise,
ca
la primul s?rut,
cu
numele ei deja nflorise.

 

THE ORCHID

Who are you
advice to give to me
for my good fortune?
the orchid asked me at dusk
once trying to write
with her first flower bud,
to all worlds
a rare and undaring poem.
I am the only one who loved
the most beautiful girl,
from the first
to the last kiss.
(heavens my witness
cause he trespasses my feelings)
and then
my sigh silent remained.
With slightly open lips,
like in the first kiss,
bearing her name the orchid
had already bloomed.

English version by Muguras Maria Petrescu

 

ADAMIC?

Cnd
mngi
p?rul
nop?ii tale pare-mi-se
c?
simt fiorul primului Adam
cnd
m?rul prima dat?-?i nflorise
ntreaga
lun? plin?.
Cnd
mngi
p?rul
nop?ii tale desf?cut,
nc?
mai simt fiorul,
pare-mi-se,
al
primului s?rut -
att
de-aproape de-nflorit!
Oare
de ce nu-l ndr?znise?

ntreaga
lun? plin?
nu
pentru ei pe crengi
se
spovedise?
Adam
i mngie doar p?rul;
nfrico?a?i
ca noi -
ispitei
de lumin?.
Numai
pu?in era ?i amndoi
am
fi-nflorit
ca
m?rul
ntreaga
lun? plin?
din primul lor s?rut.
8 decembrie 2012

 

ADAMIC

When I caress
the hair of your night
I think
that I can feel first Adams thrill
when apple had primarily bloomed
its whole full moon.
When I caress
your hair this night rivering down
I think,
I can still feel the thrill,
of the first kiss
which was about to bloom.
How come he did not dare?

Would it not be that
the full moon on branches snowing down
for them confessions making?
Adam her hair is caressing;
as frightened as we were
by the light of temptation.
Little was left and both of us
like apple
had bloomed
the whole full moon
from their unique first kiss.

December 8, 2012
English version by Muguras Maria Petrescu

 

NU-I CEASUL

- Ce o fi vrut s? spun?
ciocrlia
de a c?zut fulgerat? din
cer?
a ntrebat floarea
Soarelui -
Ioan, ucenicul iubit.
Arde aerul
c? spicele grului,
de foc ?i-au ndoit
vrful de cear?.
Nici un drum, nici m?car
o c?rare
nu sare
din lan c?tre moar?.
Ucenicii tac.
La fel ?i Iisus.
Ioan ntreab? din nou:
- Ce o fi vrut s? spun?
ciocrlia?
Ce a spus
Inv???torul
?i odihne?te
zvcnetul inimii
pe profe?ia
nen?eleas? a r?nilor de
mac.
Cu mna r?spunde
la salutul plecatelor
spice.
Intors spre Ioan,
numai cu ochii i zice:
(Cum ar putea ndr?znirea
cu glasul?)
- Nu-i nc? timpul.
N-a sosit ceasul!


ITS NOT THE TIME YET…

What would skylark
want to say
that she fell
thunderstruck?
asked the sunflower -
John, the beloved
disciple.
Air is burning
that is why even the
wheat ears
because of the fire
bent their waxied tops.
No road and not even a
path
jump
from the wheatfield to
the mill.
Disciples keep quiet.
So does Jesus.

John asks again:

What would skylark
want to say?
What did she say…
The Master
is calming down His
throbbing heart
of the unspoken prophecy
about wounded
poppies.
With His hand He blesses
the prostrated
wheat.
Turned towards John,
He tells almost
whispering:
(How dare one say loudly?)
“Its not the time yet.
The hour has not come!

 

English version by Muguras Maria Petrescu

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