THE GENIUS OF THE LAMP
(In the Light of the Lamp by Nicolae Tonitza1)
For a while I have begun to recognize the passage through worlds,
As the beginning of a second’s beginning,
An imperceptible break fleetingly smelling miracles,
This is how I know today that from my eyes
The genius of the lamp, tamed (maybe by the grace of the evening,
of the curtains, or of the girl),
Comes back into the painting
Challenging the destiny he has in Oriental tales,
And slim and crepuscular again,
It converges from all the corners of the world,
In order to keep vigil, protectively,
Over the effervescent kindness that unites the being and the book,
The passion sipping up all that has been and all that is…

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….I look at the sun: a black spot
where from now on my blinking will rest
the mourning seal will accompany it
I hopelessly stare at the world
I sob like a homeless child
and I keep fighting – theirs is the game –
with earthly and heavenly gods
bury half of my life oh God
thunder curses the mills of prayers
take his body sacrificed for them
the other half of my soul
I offer to hell
parting is a mute mother
but ephemeral whisper of lament
spring that gushes out from the foot of the rock
city thunders on sky’s bell
and until we remember the warmth
of your palm
prayers chew like gums we ruminate
your thunderous life unveiled
in the blinded night
with flowers we cover the wound of the earth
then we walk in darkness
on our lost paths
to live what was written
to our pilgrimage place
Mother
in small petals on the boundary of the sly
and in the blue of your eyes
God has stolen them –

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17th DAY or ANOTHER ELEGY
Quietness on the first line today
only they didn’t mention how many
scorched bodies they buried in the sand.
I wondered whether the desert
rejects corpses of foreigners
like our desolate bodies.
Twilight. I read letters from
the days between the two World Wars.
Pasternak, Rilke, Tsvetayeva
correspond with words and kiss each other
not knowing whether they’ll ever meet.

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Routine
Often you said we needed
to change our habits
a new beginning to commence
a new purpose to seek
hopping to discover hope
and its elements
while all along
you remained resting
in lush recliner
and always upheld
your beliefs while
tightly in hand
you held
the recliner’s lever

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