the incredible

-after Marin Sorescu

I have touched the incredible

Then I moved in with him

And I  am barely comfortable 

With the thought

Because I have only

Gotten to know him at the surface 

And the surface is a thin

Thin layer of ice 

On which I am skating

But the incredible

Is also beautiful 

Like an exquisite bulb 

Made from oh so many 

thin layers

And I am reaching out

Trying to touch

It’s fiery core

Knowing that 

This too would be just

The beginning 

Of many more 

Incredible layers

--and a more faithful translation from Catalin Florea

The Incredible

I have touched the incredible
And I moved into it,
Somewhat.

But this is only the surface.
The pellicle.

There are many levels 
Of incredible.
(That's why you cannot believe it)
Like the many layers
That make a bulb.

And the fiery center of the incredible
The core, the pith
The unbelievable of the unbelievable
It is also just a beginning.
The surface layer,
The pellicle...

And so on.

i have blindfolded the trees (marin sorescu)

I have tied a green scarf Over the trees eyes I hid and told them to find me They found me immediately With their leafs happy and giggly. I have tied a scarf made of clouds Over the birds eyes And they found me With their songs, I have tied sadness’s eyes With a smile And it took her but a day to find me in love. Then I tried to tie the sun’s eyes with my nights. Stop hiding he said I know where you are Right now and in time. Stop hiding repeated The chorus made up Of all thing and all feelings I had been trying to tie With scarves over their eyes.

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PJs translation from Marin Sorescu I enshroud in green The trees’ eyes. I hide and bid them find me, And they find me, The giggly leaves. I enshroud in cloud The birds’ eyes. And they find me By their song. I shroud sadness’ eyes With a smile. In one day She comes to me in love. Then I pall The sun’s eyes With my night. Don’t hide, he says, I see you Now and ever. Don’t hide, Rings the chorus Of all I try To enshroud.