Unwords by Nichita Stãnescu
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.
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.
trees.dreams.dryads.
"And when the poor little dryad gets tired of the world and comes back to her tree her heart will break."
"I wonder if trees sleep. And if they do, if they dream."
''When the birds are sleeping that's when the trees sing. ''
"I wonder if trees sleep. And if they do, if they dream."
''When the birds are sleeping that's when the trees sing. ''