Geo Bogza

COPACUL SIMFONIC

Printre ceilalţi copaci liniştiţi, el părea aproape nebun

Multiplu se ridica din pămînt cu zeci de braţe

Pe care exaltat le flutura în vînt.

Însufleţit era - şi străbătut de atîtea fluide

Încît privirilor noastre păru un frenetic dirijor

Conducînd, plin de pasiune, Simfonia glacială a Eterului.

Încoruptibilă dimineaţă de iarnă cu cerul senin

Cînd tot universul cînta, ca o orgă de cristal

Sunetul fiindu-i atunci rostul unic, esenţial.

Sub multele ramuri, fremătătoare, patetice

Totul fu muzică: întinderea lumii şi durata ei

Păduri, milenii şi ere, o, cum le-am auzit!

Arătînd stelelor drumul, iar vremii cadenţa secundelor

El purta prin noi, copleşitoare imensitate,

Tălăzuirea sonoră a clipei spre Eternitate.

THE SYMPHONIC TREE

Among the other silent trees, he seemed nearly mad

Multiple he was rising from the ground with tens of arms

That enthusiastically he was waving in the wind.

Lively he was - and crossed by so many fluids

That he seemed a phrenetic conductor to our eyes,

Conducting, full of passion, the Glacial Symphony of  Ether.

Incorruptible winter morning with serene sky

When the whole universe was singing, like a crystal organ,

The sound being then the unique meaning, essential.

Under the many branches, rustling, pathetic

Everything was music: the the surface of the world and its lasting,

Forests, oceans, millenia and eras, oh, how we were hearing them!

Pointing the road to the stars, and the cadence of the seconds

He was carrying trough us, overwhelming immensity,

The sonorous waving of the moment towards Eternity.