by Constantin Severin
- a solo nijuin renku -
English version by Liviu Martinescu
the first butterfly
erupting crater
or sap at work in the grove
a mountain sprig on fire
two irises in bloom
the flames of those feathers
illuminate the cup
of our last tea
the book as well as the candle
transgress reality
winter moon
a spark of burning ice
over things from the past
from the depths of the mirror
render me this person to the snow
in your absence
moths swirl round
my eyesight
the spurt of o symphony
advancing in a mass of wax
sacred scarabaeous
that can only survive
by devouring itself
how the passage of thoughts
through the lamp bulb can hurt
two suns for one town
in a subterranean star
space is no more
how the rainbow soaks up
the light of angels
giving the wheel a spin
I could see against the spikes
her dreamlike face
the silence of the falling leaf
on sizziling shoulders
sun-flooded gate
the moon bouncing off
every blessed chestnut
when autumn comes the form takes off
to the world of my other self
the blind musician
warming his hands
the red tulips
I will only be able to play
during that hour the clock utterly lacks
home again
the wild rose
curls round the guitar
May wind dilating the fire
after the light had its chance
Last updated September 25, 2011