somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond/ dintr-un loc unde nu am ajuns nicicând, cu bucurie dincolo (e.e. cummings)

somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence;
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

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dintr-un loc unde nu am ajuns nicicând, cu bucurie dincolo

de experienṭǎ, ochii tǎi îṣi pǎstreazǎ tǎcerea;

în gestul tǎu cel mai mǎrunt sunt lucruri ce mǎ cuprind

ori pe care nu le pot atinge cǎci îmi sunt prea aproape

privirea-ṭi cea mai simplǎ mǎ va descoperi

chiar dacǎ m-aṣ închide ca degetele-n pumn,

tu mǎ deschizi mereu petalǎ cu petalǎ precum Primǎvara

(cu atingere tainicǎ ṣi plinǎ de avânt) primu-i trandafir

sau de-ṭi doreṣti sǎ mǎ acoperi, eu ṣi

viaṭa-mi brusc s-or închide, îmbucurǎtor,

ca ṣi când floarea-n inima-i viseazǎ

zǎpada gânditoare cum coboarǎ;

nimic din ce putem percepe azi în lume nu egaleazǎ

în intensitate fragilitatea-ṭi ce mǎ copleṣteṣte: mǎtǎsea ei

mǎ ṭintuieṣte sub curcubeul întinselor ṭinuturi,

ce moartea oglindeṣc ṣi o duratǎ de veṣnicii respirǎ

(necunoscutu-n tine se cascǎ ṣi se-nchide;

o parte doar a mea poate înṭelege

cǎ vocea din priviri ṭi-e mai profundǎ decât toṭi trandafirii)

cǎci nimeni, nici chiar ploaia, nu are mâini mai fine.

Publicatǎ în revista Urmuz, 2015