SHADED

SHADED

The wall of the monastery

roams along reluctantly around the corner

your shadow
Stone by stone
as if it wants to clench
the impression of my shadow,
which had so much strained itself

while passing by
to leave its tracks.

***

LISTENING

I hear
always more
than what you say
as if you are speaking
with a thousand tongues
and yet so much
withheld

CHRISTEL UNGAR, ROMANIA, 1966
Translation Germain Droogenbroodt –Stanley H. Barkan