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15. The wine grapes were then harvested

The wine grapes were then harvested without you. November rolled in with its host of crows. The damp earth mixed with crushed leaves filled your mouth, it clogged your lungs and heart. Henceforth the fragrance of white-dusted grapes will no longer reach you.

© Translation: 2011, Florin Bican
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011

15. The wine grapes were then harvested

Later werden de wijnstokken zonder jou leeggeplukt. November deed zijn intrede met een legertje raven. De vochtige aarde met geplette bladeren vulde je mond en verstopte je longen en je hart. Vanaf dat moment kon de geur van berijmde druiven je niet meer bereiken.

© Vertaling: 2011, Jan H. Mysjkin
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,

Via a fost apoi culeasă fără tine. Noiembrie a năvălit cu mulţimea de ciori. Pămîntul umed, cu frunze zdrobite ţi-a umplut gura, ţi-a astupat plămînii şi inima. De-acum mirosul de struguri brumaţi nu mai poate ajunge pînă la tine.

© 2003, Doina Ioanid
From: Cartea burților și a singurătății
Publisher: Editura Pontica, Constanța

Doina Ioanid

Doina Ioanid

(Romania, 1968)

“Prose poems are, to me, the most adequate form of expression. That’s how I can tell stories about myself, about the others – be they familiar or simply anonymous – because each and every one is akin to a living chronicle, if I may say so. A simple story, sketched with utmost naïveté, can perfectly capture the poetry of the world we live in.”

Born 24 December 1968, in Bucharest, Doina Ioani...

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13. Lay your hand on my forehead

02. Every so often my kitchen becomes a stage

08. Granddad used to tell us how

18. I used to live in Africa way back

03. I’m coming over, Grandma

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21. A foggy winter

06. ’Twas only now, in her old age

12. My upstairs neighbour’s cough

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15. The wine grapes were then harvested

The wine grapes were then harvested without you. November rolled in with its host of crows. The damp earth mixed with crushed leaves filled your mouth, it clogged your lungs and heart. Henceforth the fragrance of white-dusted grapes will no longer reach you.

© 2011, Florin Bican
From: Cartea burților și a singurătății
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW, Constanța

15. The wine grapes were then harvested

The wine grapes were then harvested without you. November rolled in with its host of crows. The damp earth mixed with crushed leaves filled your mouth, it clogged your lungs and heart. Henceforth the fragrance of white-dusted grapes will no longer reach you.

© 2011, Florin Bican
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,

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