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Doina Ioanid

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21. A foggy winter

A foggy winter. People walk through without noise, dragged by enormous wheels of fire. Blackbirds are hopping in the snow ridden with cigarette stubs. One day I’ll wind up being as unconcerned as they are. That’s perhaps all there is to the Annunciation.

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

21. A foggy winter

Een mistige winter, waarin mensen geluidloos voorbijtrekken, voortgesleept door enorme vuurwielen. Merels huppelen in de met peukjes bezaaide sneeuw. Op een dag zal ik even onverschillig zijn als zij. Misschien is dat de enige goede boodschap.

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

Iarnă ceţoasă prin care oamenii trec fără zgomot, tîrîţi de roţi enorme de foc. Mierlele ţopăie în zăpada acoperită de mucuri. Voi deveni cîndva nepăsătoare ca şi ele. Aceasta e poate singura bunăvestire.

© 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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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

11. She was reeking of booze from afar

21. A foggy winter

06. ’Twas only now, in her old age

12. My upstairs neighbour’s cough

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21. A foggy winter

A foggy winter. People walk through without noise, dragged by enormous wheels of fire. Blackbirds are hopping in the snow ridden with cigarette stubs. One day I’ll wind up being as unconcerned as they are. That’s perhaps all there is to the Annunciation.

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

21. A foggy winter

A foggy winter. People walk through without noise, dragged by enormous wheels of fire. Blackbirds are hopping in the snow ridden with cigarette stubs. One day I’ll wind up being as unconcerned as they are. That’s perhaps all there is to the Annunciation.

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

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