poezii traduse

simbioze ,,m,,

când îmi apropii inima 

de buze simt că toate păsările au 

murit în mine o călătorie 

sumbră altare încolăcite 

trupul zilelor sticloase 

fumuri înzăpezite urmele zeilor şi 

îngerii îşi continuau închinarea 

dacă zic îmi apropii inima de tine 

te şi simt cum ai murit păsările 

se trezesc bezmetice 

răscolindu-ţi chemarea 

aceiaşi arcaşi 

îşi îndreaptă săgeţile înspre 

cerul nostru amuţit 

pădurile îngheaţă 

doar lebedele iluzorii 

îşi desfac din când în când 

basmaua înnegrind aşteptarea

traducere,Daniel-Gerard Iager-Mihalcea

When l get near my heart 

to the lips i feel like all birds they 

died in me a travel 

strange altars around 

body of glassy days 

snowy smokes prints of gods and 

angels continuing their bound 

if l say l get near me heart of you 

l really feel how you died birds 

wake up crazy 

realm your calling 

same arch men 

strait their arrows thru 

our sleepy sky 

forests get frozen 

only imaginary swans 

they open from time to time 

the veil blacking the waiting

Poem of the night

under the rain shadow
the sand search for me another
shelter and l get turn on
again same lamp
from a side of body
forgotten by butterflies l get asleep
children of may-flowers l whisle them
in their wings: dooo-diii! dooo-diiii!
givin' peace of their fear l
banding them and keep on how beautiful l am
l'm alike your hands
stranger i tell you that l am
mother i remember because
-my daughter turn on lamps for me as me
to shine and bright in thousand rainbows my eyes
drawn deep
for me another sky get opened
and here you are
the darkness burg me from
back sight of blue ghosts
l'm light l told them making
a sign like this
with arms tailed
l am the light exploded
from another sky
thru another
begining 

padam

padam,padam,padam,

the old pick-up drum

in army-boots over my empty silence

cover in a stretch of forget

like a sick man with falling shoulders

l morn blade my hearing 

l weep the window of evening shadows

banding the lila may-flowers

and l search in fever

in clouds nest

her bumpy hands

they rolling refrigerated 

enflowrishin'  my lungs whisle in the ear the hush smog of crazy

l'm crawling like a bird with no head and trembling 

out there tiding 

the world languages to

make a new rope

for hang

from a side of my body

tic-tac tic-tac

tac tac tac

Time whisk the fecund second 

in his teeth-less mouth my face

pale is no more face

in pieces and strong-less l'm showing again God

a vision of night in which

are spouting cities

with dirty streets people

withought faces make their round

beat the rithm in wheel-beds 

tic tac tic tac tic

tic tic tic

"" this woman in every morning dies,"" explain them

a home-less whisle in his frozen fists

"""if l could not die God if would not die or

if l reveal for

one moment  to reborn

to learn

To not die...."""

and

my third eye

whisper-end of autumn

dizzy he discover me

in rush  page by page

second over second

My lightening smile

from a side of my body.

Je ne regrette rien

(traducere Daniel Mihalcea)

Edith Piaff raise her hand

over me her artrozis vibrate
death pass laughing
over our souls
unlock our lungs
my crying agonize
her crying reveal
the green plums.

rock/heart

traducere daniel mihalcea

After vision and face

made it as yours
the river more blood will ask from you
your forests will load from bones
in your veins a bitter bird
her feathers will smash
building to the weak arms
a snake nest
and the rock a heart
the slave will be no longer
new slave no more
so man take care
the falling autumns are not so insignifiant
bounds of blossoms beatings of weep no
there are still innocent openings of eyes-lashes but
get the sword from the snake mouth and hit in blindness
is the willing of growing grasses
in/from the dead rock

l dig deep fountains

of clouds with open palms in the body of the night(heat of night-cum vrei) this era share in fire the forest heart tired will grow my suns: he come he don't he died i broke yellow papers in await crucified lip of season whisper to mountains to shout what will be let it be to be god be my shoes rust in path of dust and desert the midnight darkness shout off the cocks get deaf shape to my voice