It's an accident of my being:
and then, the happiness inside me
is stronger than me, than my bones,
which you crush in an embrace
always hurting, wonderful always.
Let's chat, let's talk, let's utter
long, glassy words, like the chisels that part
the cold river in the hot delta,
day from night, basalt from basalt.
Take me, happiness, high up, and strike my
forehead against the stars, until
my world long and unending
becomes column or something else
much taller, and much sooner.
How nice that you are, how wondrous that I am!
Two different songs, hurting, merging,
two colors that have never seen each other,
one very low, facing the earth,
one very high, almost broken
in the shivering, incomparable fight
of the miracle that you are, of the accident that I am.
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Romanian original: Ce bine că eşti
