by Nichita Stanescu
You take a piece of rock,
you carve it with a chisel of blood,
you polish it with Homer’s eye,
you grate it with rays,
until the cube comes out perfect.
Afterwards you kiss the cube countless times,
with your lips, with other people’s lips,
and especially with infanta’s lips.
Later you take a hammer,
and you suddenly crush one of the cube’s corners.
Everyone, absolutely everyone will say:
– This would have been such a perfect cube,
if its corner had not been broken!