Archive for the ‘maerd’ Category

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m-au ciuruit,

May 31, 2017

dar eu m-am expus.

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(un)healthy wish [j.w.]

December 28, 2016

i want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. i want someone who will destroy me and be destroyed by me.

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the cold heaven [w.b.y.]

August 7, 2016

suddenly i saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
that seemed as though [sand] burned and was but more [sand],
and thereupon imagination and heart were driven
so wild that every casual thought of that and this
vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
with the hot blood of youth, of love crossed;
and i took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
until i cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
riddled with [night]. when the ghost begins to quicken,
confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
by the injustice of the [summer] for punishment?

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21 [l.d.]

January 21, 2016

mi-ai îndreptat şuviţa de pe frunte.

o! duşumeaua-n vişiniu vopsită,

cum [îmi sărutai] orbitele.

astăzi, mai departe ca oricând.
romul când îşi fumegă aroma,
mi-a căzut în lacrimă o geană.
simt o înmuiere de consoană,
pântecul imens ca un [balcon].

vin ultramarin [mi, ţi, ni] se va da
azi la prânz.

[lasă-ne] aşa.

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my doubt [j.h.]

January 4, 2016

i wake, doubt, beside you,
like a curtain half-open.

i dress doubting,
like a cup
undecided if it has been dropped.

i eat doubting,
work doubting,
go out to a dubious cafe with skeptical friends.

i go to sleep doubting myself,
as a herd of goats
sleep in a suddenly gone-quiet truck.

i dream you, doubt,
nightly –
for what is the meaning of dreaming
if not that all we are while inside it
is transient, amorphous, in question?

left hand and right hand,
doubt, you are in me,
throwing a basketball, guiding my knife and my fork.
left knee and right knee,
we run for a bus,
for a meeting that surely will end before we arrive.

i would like
to grow content in you, doubt,
as a double-hung window
settles obedient into its hidden pulleys and ropes.

i doubt i can do so:
your own counterweight governs my nights and my days.

as the knob of hung lead holds steady
the open mouth of a window,
you hold me,
my kneeling before you resistant, stubborn,
offering these furious praises
i can’t help but doubt you will ever be able to hear.

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it [e.d.]

July 23, 2015

i feel it rolling down the
smooth dark slope of the beach sand
stumbling, stopping for a bit
and
starting rolling again
as if
looking for a steeper slope
looking to break.

weirdly, i still feel it.

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răspuns

July 11, 2015

poate nu toţi caii mor când vrem
poate unele drumuri sunt prea scurte
pentru prea multe de ascuns