Monday, 24 March 2008

Solitary Tree

El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete.
Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi.
El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ.
Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură.
El şi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul
ca un umăr.
Eu am inclinat spre el umărul
ca un trunchi noduros.
Auzeam cum se-nţeteşte seva lui bătând
ca sângele.
Auzea cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva.
Eu am trecut prin el.
El a trecut prin mine.
Eu am rămas un pom singur.
un om singur.

Nichita Stanescu (Necuvintele)

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.
a solitary man.



  1. Omg....what a gorgeous tree...

  2. is it a weeping cherry? did you take it? is it infrared? it's gorgeous with perfect treatment.

  3. I don't know, because it was summer when I took the photo, yes I only show my pictures here, and it is not infrared :-) it's just that I played with it in photoshop. the summer green in the picture was too vibrant, too intense and I couldn't stand the richness, it was too much. I wanted something more subdued...