Ioan Flora

 

Beyond any Romanitic Tradition 

The Image of the Glass Shimmering

 

 

Beyond any Romanitic Tradition

 

To be.

Beside a leaf, beside a flower,

close to the stars at night.

To be rain equal to itself.

To be in the light.

To touch the void

before you learn.

 

Here itís blue.

Everything seems to me

of much less importance

than the fact I exist.

No system of philosophy

can be equal to

the purity and savagery of the flesh.

Here itís blue.

I exist beyond any romantic tradition.

 

 

                                                                       translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Elena Bort„

 

 

The Image of the Glass Shimmering

A strong aroma of baked apples.

At midday, my communion

with what Iím accustomed to call

earth, freedom, cosmic space.

Eye contains

mountain, cover of snow.

Objects indistinct in contour.

It comes to me I could get cornered by words.

 

Hand relaxed.

This fluid state.

No cause for silence.

A wave of heat sets

the image of the glass shimmering.

 

 

                                                translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Elena Bort„

 

 

 

 

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