Wednesday 10 November 2010

Unwords

I may have posted this before, but since we have been talking of trees, here it is.

Unwords
by Nichta Stanescu

He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers.
I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.
He offered me a branch like an arm.
I offered him my arm like a branch.
He tipped his trunk towards me
like a shoulder.
I tipped my shoulder to him
like a knotted trunk.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
He passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
He-a solitary man.

1 comment:

caluad said...

I love "unwords", the tree and the poem.
thanks.