Poem
Domnica Drumea
hatred invades me slowly
***
hatred invades me slowly
like a room full of water
with the slowness of an inquisitor
the october sun cuts strips off me
I lay traps for myself
the satisfaction of skin well stitched
I’ve waited patiently
for the disaster to happen
and it happened
I am a crow with eyes gouged out
I peck at myself mercilessly
hatred invades me slowly
like a room full of water
with the slowness of an inquisitor
the october sun cuts strips off me
I lay traps for myself
the satisfaction of skin well stitched
I’ve waited patiently
for the disaster to happen
and it happened
I am a crow with eyes gouged out
I peck at myself mercilessly
© Translation: 2017, Anca Bărbulescu
hatred invades me slowly
***
ura mă invadează încet
ca o cameră plină cu apă
cu lentoarea unui inchizitor
soarele de octombrie taie fâşii din mine
îmi întind singură capcane
satisfacţia pielii bine cusute
am aşteptat răbdătoare
ca dezastrul să se întâmple
şi s-a întâmplat
sunt un corb cu ochii scoşi
ciugulesc din mine fără milă
ura mă invadează încet
ca o cameră plină cu apă
cu lentoarea unui inchizitor
soarele de octombrie taie fâşii din mine
îmi întind singură capcane
satisfacţia pielii bine cusute
am aşteptat răbdătoare
ca dezastrul să se întâmple
şi s-a întâmplat
sunt un corb cu ochii scoşi
ciugulesc din mine fără milă
© 2014, Domnica Drumea
From: Vocea / The Voice
Publisher: Charmides, Bistrița
From: Vocea / The Voice
Publisher: Charmides, Bistrița
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hatred invades me slowly
***
hatred invades me slowly
like a room full of water
with the slowness of an inquisitor
the october sun cuts strips off me
I lay traps for myself
the satisfaction of skin well stitched
I’ve waited patiently
for the disaster to happen
and it happened
I am a crow with eyes gouged out
I peck at myself mercilessly
hatred invades me slowly
like a room full of water
with the slowness of an inquisitor
the october sun cuts strips off me
I lay traps for myself
the satisfaction of skin well stitched
I’ve waited patiently
for the disaster to happen
and it happened
I am a crow with eyes gouged out
I peck at myself mercilessly
© 2017, Anca Bărbulescu
From: Vocea / The Voice
From: Vocea / The Voice
hatred invades me slowly
***
hatred invades me slowly
like a room full of water
with the slowness of an inquisitor
the october sun cuts strips off me
I lay traps for myself
the satisfaction of skin well stitched
I’ve waited patiently
for the disaster to happen
and it happened
I am a crow with eyes gouged out
I peck at myself mercilessly
hatred invades me slowly
like a room full of water
with the slowness of an inquisitor
the october sun cuts strips off me
I lay traps for myself
the satisfaction of skin well stitched
I’ve waited patiently
for the disaster to happen
and it happened
I am a crow with eyes gouged out
I peck at myself mercilessly
© 2017, Anca Bărbulescu
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