Arborele a pătruns în mâinile mele,
Seva a urcat spre braţele mele,
Arborele a crescut în pieptul meu -
În jos,
Ramurile cresc din mine,ca nişte braţe.
Arbore eşti,
Muşchi eşti,
Eşti precum toporaşii în adierea vântului.
Un copil - atât de falnic - tu eşti,
Şi toate astea-s o nebunie-n ochii lumii.
A Girl
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
