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I sing the unfamed

1 min lectură·3 noiembrie 2008

Mediu

I crave for a newborn eye to proofread the coming winter:

simple possibility of seeing the star.

Unable to foretell the unseen,

I trust the unworthy.

Prophecies of the emptiness arouse.

Fast forward to the staggered shouts of the children

carried downstream!

I cannot be patient!

Unleashed November sweeping saddened flesh and bones:

somebody else tracing

my wounded nights,

another woman’s silvered tongue

whispering the good night lullaby,

another lover’s hands caressing...

Don’t count on these fading stars

- blameless wrecks of the universe!

We never stop.

Feeble is the blood dripping on the bathroom’s floor.

I ask for a tender denial.

Show me the white hyacinth!

Blindness all over.

Just a slant of untamed beauty clasping decay.

Nameless, unsung light reaching the fearful:

I’m celebrating the visible rags,

unconcealed witness of the homeless.

Give me a lion skin to wrap my waist

and a heavenly shield to endure!

Winged silence;

I trail the unharmed voice of Hamada.

I will follow.

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Ada Ionescu. “I sing the unfamed.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ada-ionescu-0029448/poezie/1808514/i-sing-the-unfamed

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