NICHITA STĂNESCU (1933 - 1983) - NECUVINTELE / LES NONMOTS / UNWORDS - 1969- romanian / french / english

[Smaranda Avram]

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NICHITA STĂNESCU

NECUVINTELE

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 măr.
Eu am inclinat spre el umărul
ca un trunchi noduros.
Auzeam cum se-nteţeşte 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.
El
un om singur

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LES NONMOTS

Il m'a tendu une feuille telle une main à doigts.
Moi, je lui ai tendu une main telle une feuille à dents .
Il m'a tendu une branche comme un bras .
Telle une branche j'ai étiré le bras .
Lui, il s’est penché vers moi avec le tronc
tel un lourd pommier .
Moi, j'ai baissé mon épaule comme un nouveau tronc,
j'entendais sa sève pousser
comme le sang.
Il entendait mon sang monter
lentement comme la sève.
Moi, j'ai traversé son corps!
Lui, il a parcouru le mien.
Moi - je suis resté un arbre solitaire
Lui - un homme tout seul.

UNWORDS

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.
He
a solitary man.

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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.
He
a solitary man.