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March 15, 2013

Nichita Stanescu (1933-1983)

A Poem

Tell me, if I caught you one day
And kissed the sole of your foot—
Wouldn’t you limp a little afterwards
Afraid you’re going to crush my kiss?

 
Poem

Spune-mi, dacă te-aş prinde-ntr-o zi
şi ţi-aş săruta talpa piciorului,
nu-i aşa că ai şchiopăta puţin, după aceea,
de teamă să nu-mi striveşti sărutul?...

Vers

Mondd csak, ha elkapnálak egyszer
és megcsókolnám a talpadat,
ugye, sántikálnál egy ideig,
mert félnél, hogy széttiprod a csókom?

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