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Smiling, you

(poem by Dorin Cozan)

2 min lectură·8 octombrie 2011

Mediu

The Great Art overlooks the killing, that is a spoiling of the eunuchs

Instead she watches the breaking of a finger, and

The Great Artist always chooses the little one.

It’s a fact. Every woman is, from head to her little finger

An impossible being. Therefore her breaking is a gift

You have it or you don’t, the rest is all about exercise.

The Great Artist hates the women (thought to be) beautiful. This is the first Rule

This is, after all, His Failure and Salvation.

Every woman, after His infallible logic, is a bitter flower.

So, it must die. She has to give birth, more accurately said, she has to be born,

To bend under the hands and feet of the Absolute gardener.

This is, briefly, the first lesson of all: being hit means, to you,

Being under the protection of God. God speaks to you or not

He gives you food, water, or sends you to bed without anything.

If He wants, He makes you happy with a glance.

If He wants, He can have you anytime, anywhere.

This is the great Secret. It binds itself in the flesh. Any ignorant

Would laugh and yawn out of his great Christian ignorance.

This is how the Great Artist speaks: “your little finger is a bird,

it is also heaven.

a passion for paradox

an unbearable light”.

You know, that if you feel you are what you are, you do not have to answer back

You are not allowed.

You may smile, with all of your skin and bones. Smiling, you

Shall die suffocated by happiness.

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Corina Gina Papouis. “Smiling, you.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/corina-gina-papouis/poezie/13990737/smiling-you

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