Traduceri poetice (vol. 1) [14]
Pr. Dr. Dorin Octavian Picioruș
Traduceri poetice
(vol. 1)
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Flavia Adam[1], September graffiti
You told me that you always
fall in love in autumn.
But what is love,
when distance throws itself,
like a still young poppy,
under the metal chest of the train?
Your arms are two rebellious rails.
The highest poem: your voice.
Which today I crumble
like a piece of bread.
We haven’t seen each other.
But who needs to see
that we are not afraid of the brightness,
only of the night that will fall
after we are no more?!
Raluca Boantă[2],
Turn on the radio so we can go home!
I like it when we return to Cluj at night
and the weather is good and the sky is clear.
I am moving just enough for you to know
I’m awake and I’m not interfering.
With the thought of you
and gratitude I look overboard.
The light that comes from you
is not shared with others,
it is the gentlest and most shy of lights,
the only and unconfirmed touch –
our love comes and comforts me,
holds me when I walk.
I caress your head,
I’m not afraid of anything.
Look at them,
how much fuss over
a phrase with horror!
And I would still make my bed
from what I grab for a while with you.
On the radio, basic concerns:
riots, abuses, occidental influences.
CFR Cluj – FCSB still one to zero.
I didn’t wash my hair.
Putin is president for the fourth time.
I hold your hand to fall asleep.
Grigore Vieru[3], Epitaph for myself
I’m grass.
I can’t be any simpler.
[1] Am preluat poemul de aici:https://romanialiterara.com/2022/03/poeme-de-flavia-adam/. Despre autoare: https://fipb.ro/speaker/flavia-adam-romania/.
[2] Despre autoare: https://www.agentiadecarte.ro/2023/01/experimentez-expuneri-noi-infricosatoare-pe-alocuri.html. Am tradus poemul de aici: https://www.scena9.ro/article/poezie-tineri-zona9-poeti-fotografii.
[3] Am preluat poemul de aici: https://leviathan.ro/grigore-vieru-sunt-iarba-mai-simplu-nu-pot-fi/. Am preluat imaginea de aici: https://leviathan.ro/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/grigore-vieru-epitaf-pentru-mine-insumi.jpg.
