by Constantin Severin
- a solo nijuin renku -
English version by Liviu Martinescu
to no avail watching
the hawthorn
a stone musical C
the mystery of white flowers
dilate mountains at dawn
in the untainted air
the silent mirrored
undulations of shape
the saint quietly sipping
universes at his teatime
the sea stirring
the halo of the moon
as well as flat thoughts
autumn and her lips reflect
a kiss not mine
leaves gliding
beyond the labyrinth
on the green thigh
I know why I close my eyes
whenever I have taken the wrong road
the blind are listening
to the light's deafening clap
in the cathedral
I am placing organ tubes
on Johann's tomb
the frosty wind
the circular garden
turns into a sound
no longer will we find in embers
the sacred music of the moon
on the writing table
Venus of Tomis
fills up the emptiness
the passing - on
defies any form of exile
alone I engrave
your kiss ideograph
on the grain of wheat
the blood-bathed ladder
I will hurl down to you
on the wooden beam
wheat-ears rotted
in the hands of angels
over the clockface the bonsai
is turning the minute-hand green
out of accacia blossoms
the midget is making
his house of woe
the fragnance of spring
making sound the tenderer
Last updated September 25, 2011