For Two Weeks Now For two weeks nowI don’t sit huddled by the phonefor someone else to keep me away from sadnessI no longer wrap and unpackthe knees in my house dresslike two pieces of rancid butterthe cut hairs are goneand the bruisesI used to give myselfso as not to vomit deformed animals every nightin…
INSANI FATUM When I was bornThere were no angels waiting for me,There were no magicians in the backyard,No relatives present,Not drunk prophets;There was no one to drawBeneficial lines in my birth chartOr whoever reads in the golden placentaUnique plots, unpublished destinations;Ariadne, Virgil, Ovid were absent;Only Sisyphus celebrated my arrival:……………_ At last I will be replaced!…
Six Pieces of My Soul 1At the edgeof a scrapyard in Iowaa girl in a blue dress sitson a tire swing, legs flying.A frog croaks hoarselyfrom the well of her throat. 2In a soft September sunrows of stubby, dried-outcorn stalks turninto a gold-leaf frescoby Giotto: maidensin ephemeral negligees. 3The dusty road curlslike uncut ribbon.In the…
Thirtha 11 The bus conductor thunders, “Haaji Ali,”above the muezzin’s pitch, above cymbals clashingaround the corner by the jasmine vendors. I wait among garish women on a ribbon of road at the head of the bay,where double-decker buses hurtle into town, the domerising behind me, white and gleaming at low tide.Crows and gulls wing about, searching.On…
Quarantine The pain isn’t contagious,I assure you, the pain cannot be transmitted,No nerve twisted in my peer’s bodycauses excruciating touching inside me.The pain is not contagious, the painSingles out more atrocious than the walls,No quarantine isolates so perfectly,It’s trivial what I say – that’s the argument.Lord, how much literature we contain!The feelings – remember? –…
Divided… divided between humilityand disastrous egosreceiving in the plexus his owngroan reflected in wordshe – a precious spicetaken out on special daysfor the hunt on the platter –reminds youwhen it is not the case:I am the poet! . împărţit… împărţit între umilinţăşi orgolii dezastruoaseprimind în plex propriulvaier răsfrînt de cuvinteel – un condiment preţiosscos de…
“Neither in the sky, nor in the middle of the ocean,nor in the caves of the mountains” Doctor, doctor, don’t smile yet, you haven’t found your man.I’m more sarcastic than you any day,and cynicism is better left unsaidit’s a little early, don’t you think?I know, it’s just the two of us,although I would have preferred…
Unanimously ill What would it beif we’ll got sicksuddenly,If there won’t besomeone us to treat,someone to removebandages and bracket? What if,as our legal right, sayto get sick,we find out quickthat we are ill one dayand had no one at allno one to call? And what if, sayon a damned daywe’d got sickallat once astray? ….
Infinite Difference “If we keep on speaking the same language together,we’re going to reproduce the same history.” Luce Irigaray Our language holds us hostage.and we are forced to speaknew truths but sometimes,the words are twisted into lieswe are told to hide. To speak louder calls attentionto the volume not the words, not themeaning, not what…
Hide and Seek My dears, once I will playWith you, of something strange at sight.Your Father doesn’t know when is that dayBut definitely, once we will play,Once, maybe, after the twilight. It’s of elders’ a cunning gameWith children, like you, with girls with frocksGame of servants and of masters, the same,Game of birds, of flowers,…
King Crypto and Laplander Enigel Sad minstrel, much steamierthan good old wine served at the weddingBy the groom’s father given thereWith bags and ribbons, tinsel weaving, Of all most stubborn minstrelA grand old song still tries to sing,Sing of Laplander Enigel,And Crypto, the mushroom-king! You, guest with quest!Your feast, my tongue did burn and sting,I’ll…
Lacustrine So many nights I hear the rain,I hear the matter cry again…I’m lonely, and my thoughts may drainTowards the dwellings lacustrine. And it’s like sleeping on wet floorboards,A wave keeps hitting me’n the back —I shudder in my sleep and reckonI did not pull the drawbridge back. An historical void is stretching,I find myself…
