Friday, March 15, 2013

two selves


I am nothing other
than a bloodstain
that speaks.


Darkening darkness.
bright gates.

Nichita St─ânescu
(my translation)

Monday, March 4, 2013

this is how i wait, 2

from TO EROS


It is not justice’s scale that knows us true:
god of undivided envy, it is you
who weigh our wrongs --
from two hearts you murder and measure
you shape one heart vaster than nature
that grows and yet longs

to grow…. You, indifferent and superb,
humble the mouth and exalt the word
toward the sky’s ignorance....
You mutilate by returning to ultimate absence
these beings that are but fragments from absence.

Rainer Maria Rilke
(my translation)