{"id":10335,"date":"2014-05-19T21:48:10","date_gmt":"2014-05-19T19:48:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10335"},"modified":"2014-05-19T21:49:37","modified_gmt":"2014-05-19T19:49:37","slug":"poems-by-adina-dabija-translated","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10335","title":{"rendered":"poems by Adina Dabija [translated]"},"content":{"rendered":"

by Adina Dabija
\ntranslated by Dorina Burcea
\nclick aici<\/a> pentru versiunea rom\u00e2n\u0103
\n <\/strong>
\n <\/p>\n

ahah-sahah-ala<\/strong>
\n 
\nah hafiz<\/p>\n

I would love to say to you: ahah-sahah-ala!<\/p>\n

Nothing else that I could say would be enough<\/p>\n

Ahah-sahah-ala \u2013 I yelled<\/p>\n

one August evening on my porch<\/p>\n

the day I first opened that green book of yours<\/p>\n

from the Penguin Books collection<\/p>\n

and I heard the wind rustling through the words<\/p>\n

coming out of the page like leaves<\/p>\n

on a much bigger tree<\/p>\n

than I could ever imagine.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ah hafiz<\/p>\n

how you flow through days and events<\/p>\n

filling everything that has no name, just essence<\/p>\n

– ahah-sahah-ala! –<\/p>\n

how can a meaningless word<\/p>\n

mean so much?<\/p>\n

How you love to slip through your words<\/p>\n

which is a well-known fact that are not yours<\/p>\n

because it is your very nature<\/p>\n

for you not to be you<\/p>\n

but me<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and other one thousand crevices<\/p>\n

and the whistle blown by a breath<\/p>\n

much bigger<\/p>\n

than we could ever imagine.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I recognized you from the very beginning<\/p>\n

even before I held you on my knees on the porch<\/p>\n

people say you are just a Persian poet<\/p>\n

from the 14th century<\/p>\n

your books are on the shelves of the greatest libraries of the world<\/p>\n

but what you really are is sparkling dust<\/p>\n

dancing in the twilight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your right eye and my left eye<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your right eye in my left eye<\/p>\n

(the other eyes hidden in pillows, sleepy)<\/p>\n

Your right eye is a wave<\/p>\n

That breaks against the beach of my left eye<\/p>\n

My left eye is the seashell<\/p>\n

In which you can hear your right eye<\/p>\n

Your my right left eye measure the infinity between us<\/p>\n

and become the eyes of the infinity.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Beyond the roundness <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Everything is round in my house<\/p>\n

Like blind eyes thrown on a stone table<\/p>\n

Rolled by hazard with their white side facing up towards infinity.<\/p>\n

In the middle of the house there is the oven.<\/p>\n

A cold fire of light burns inside it<\/p>\n

in you go bird – out you come flutter of wings.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s where life is – where the flight is.<\/p>\n

Everything is round in my house<\/p>\n

ground by the iron circle of the days<\/p>\n

which roll the nights with their white side facing up towards infinity.<\/p>\n

But roundness can only understand the logic of the round<\/p>\n

because the shape is nothing more than its passing \u2013 time.<\/p>\n

In my house,<\/p>\n

the only thing beyond roundness<\/p>\n

is this white fire burning my days and nights<\/p>\n

burning everything in the indestructible longing for flight<\/p>\n

–\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 it is You.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Summer Story<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Let summer come<\/p>\n

and I will bloom differently<\/p>\n

because of a man with a chainsaw in his hands.<\/p>\n

Let summer come<\/p>\n

and I will bloom on the inside<\/p>\n

in the heart of a little girl<\/p>\n

who runs to pick up my fallen branches<\/p>\n

because such beautiful stories used to rustle at her window in the night.<\/p>\n

Let summer come<\/p>\n

so that my flowers can<\/p>\n

bloom white in the darkness of a little heart<\/p>\n

like the stars blooming in the night sky<\/p>\n

in the heart of infiniteness<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t cry, they\u2019ve only cut my branches<\/p>\n

so that you can direct your gaze up more often<\/p>\n

towards those bigger and more distant flowers \u2013<\/p>\n

That\u2019s how important gazing at the infinitness is!<\/p>\n

Let summer come so that a little girl can put her ear to a crippled trunk<\/p>\n

and hear the sap of life<\/p>\n

against which no chainsaw has any power<\/p>\n

and sing to me slowly<\/p>\n

in the language of flowers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

by Adina Dabija translated by Dorina Burcea click aici pentru versiunea rom\u00e2n\u0103   ahah-sahah-ala   ah hafiz I would love to say to you: ahah-sahah-ala! Nothing else that I could say would be enough Ahah-sahah-ala \u2013 I yelled one August evening on my porch the day I first opened that green book of yours<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1044,125],"tags":[820,483,1166,1129,403,312],"class_list":["post-10335","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-41","category-invitat","tag-adina-dabija","tag-dorina-burcea","tag-egophobia-41","tag-invitat","tag-mttlc","tag-translation"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2GH","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10335","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10335"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10335\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10339,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10335\/revisions\/10339"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10335"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10335"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10335"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}