Poem
Domnica Drumea
underneath me
***
underneath me
a big red stain spreads
I can only live with liquids
the smell of fridges full of food
makes me sick
locked in the windowless room
I let myself be photographed from the front
and from the side
you never loved anyone
I guide myself by sound like a blind man
I guard my bowl
my empty bowl
and my docile spoon
underneath me
a big red stain spreads
I can only live with liquids
the smell of fridges full of food
makes me sick
locked in the windowless room
I let myself be photographed from the front
and from the side
you never loved anyone
I guide myself by sound like a blind man
I guard my bowl
my empty bowl
and my docile spoon
© Translation: 2017, Anca Bărbulescu
underneath me
***
sub mine se întinde
o pată mare şi roşie
nu mai pot trăi decât cu lichide
mirosul frigiderelor pline cu mâncare
îmi face rău
închisă în camera fără ferestre
mă las fotografiată din faţă
şi din profil
tu n-ai iubit pe nimeni niciodată
mă ghidez după sunete ca un orb
îmi păzesc castronul
castronul meu gol
şi lingura mea docilă
sub mine se întinde
o pată mare şi roşie
nu mai pot trăi decât cu lichide
mirosul frigiderelor pline cu mâncare
îmi face rău
închisă în camera fără ferestre
mă las fotografiată din faţă
şi din profil
tu n-ai iubit pe nimeni niciodată
mă ghidez după sunete ca un orb
îmi păzesc castronul
castronul meu gol
şi lingura mea docilă
© 2014, Domnica Drumea
From: Vocea / The Voice
Publisher: Charmides, Bistrița
From: Vocea / The Voice
Publisher: Charmides, Bistrița
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Poems of Domnica Drumea
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underneath me
***
underneath me
a big red stain spreads
I can only live with liquids
the smell of fridges full of food
makes me sick
locked in the windowless room
I let myself be photographed from the front
and from the side
you never loved anyone
I guide myself by sound like a blind man
I guard my bowl
my empty bowl
and my docile spoon
underneath me
a big red stain spreads
I can only live with liquids
the smell of fridges full of food
makes me sick
locked in the windowless room
I let myself be photographed from the front
and from the side
you never loved anyone
I guide myself by sound like a blind man
I guard my bowl
my empty bowl
and my docile spoon
© 2017, Anca Bărbulescu
From: Vocea / The Voice
From: Vocea / The Voice
underneath me
***
underneath me
a big red stain spreads
I can only live with liquids
the smell of fridges full of food
makes me sick
locked in the windowless room
I let myself be photographed from the front
and from the side
you never loved anyone
I guide myself by sound like a blind man
I guard my bowl
my empty bowl
and my docile spoon
underneath me
a big red stain spreads
I can only live with liquids
the smell of fridges full of food
makes me sick
locked in the windowless room
I let myself be photographed from the front
and from the side
you never loved anyone
I guide myself by sound like a blind man
I guard my bowl
my empty bowl
and my docile spoon
© 2017, Anca Bărbulescu
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