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Out Of Mere Habit

1 min lectură·2 mai 2010

Mediu

What does a woman usually do

After drudging in the kitchen

So that ordinary things would sleep, dutifully,

Within the cares\' dark ring of the day?

First she wipes her forehead with her right hand,

She sits down on a stool near the table,

She makes smooth

The laced table cloth

With her left hand,

Then she embraces her temples,

Slipping for a while

In an imaginary slumber,

A long train of portraits - the people she loves

Roaming her.

A bit later she carefully allows

The dusk

To overrun the room, a kind of some bitter foam.

Over and over. Every evening.

She turns the lights off

And secludes, not to give rise

To a riot of things.

She keeps silent every moment...

The woman starts resembling so much

The ordinary things surrounding her,

That, if you approached her,

You could mistake her

For a tea spoon,

For a coffee cup or

For a porcelain angel.

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Sârb Olimpia. “Out Of Mere Habit.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/sarb-olimpia/poezie/13939212/out-of-mere-habit

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