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There Are Snowfalls |
there are snowfalls memory plans them ahead nonchalantly
there are memories snow signs bills without surety -- more and
more often the seasons peer at you through the yoghurt of the mirror --
you crush an incandescent
snowflake in the ice flower herbarium -- I try to run away -- "three
minutes ... you say to me it seems
absurd to me sometimes ... that's the way I am ..."
there is in all this a resting point -- un up-side-down slide -- the
moment
has to leave off on its own (as if the dream peddler had finished his
reserve of transfer pictures
and words would be forced to set out stark naked and with no specified
destination) in the gluey
frost a life-belt bursts up -- it is the thought
beyond which no step can be taken in the direction of knowledge
you close your eyes (swallowing a hope on an empty stomach)
winter is a kind of promise you say
and disperse it
in less than three minutes
Timisoara, 1987
(from the volume Saptamana 53 (The 53rd Week), Marineasa Publishers,
Timisoara, 1998)
Translated from the Romanian by Heathrow O'Hare
copyright 1987
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