Poem
Domnica Drumea
Purity
Purity
the day out of which I don’t want to rise
like out of an icy casket
I will die with my heart dry and old
like the hearts of all people
I read about purity
it is the only thing that can take any shape
and can also destroy it
just as my brain
destroys apathetically
any command sent to the hand
prepared
to caress
the day out of which I don’t want to rise
like out of an icy casket
I will die with my heart dry and old
like the hearts of all people
I read about purity
it is the only thing that can take any shape
and can also destroy it
just as my brain
destroys apathetically
any command sent to the hand
prepared
to caress
© Translation: 2017, Anca Bărbulescu
Purity
Puritate
ziua din care nu vreau să mă ridic
ca dintr-un coşciug de gheaţă
o să mor cu inima uscată şi bătrână
ca a tuturor oamenilor
citesc despre puritate
ea e singura care poate lua orice formă
şi tot ea o poate distruge
la fel cum creierul meu
distruge apatic
orice comandă spre mâna
pregătită
să mângâie
ziua din care nu vreau să mă ridic
ca dintr-un coşciug de gheaţă
o să mor cu inima uscată şi bătrână
ca a tuturor oamenilor
citesc despre puritate
ea e singura care poate lua orice formă
şi tot ea o poate distruge
la fel cum creierul meu
distruge apatic
orice comandă spre mâna
pregătită
să mângâie
© 2014, Domnica Drumea
From: Vocea / The Voice
Publisher: Charmides, Bistrița
From: Vocea / The Voice
Publisher: Charmides, Bistrița
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Purity
Purity
the day out of which I don’t want to rise
like out of an icy casket
I will die with my heart dry and old
like the hearts of all people
I read about purity
it is the only thing that can take any shape
and can also destroy it
just as my brain
destroys apathetically
any command sent to the hand
prepared
to caress
the day out of which I don’t want to rise
like out of an icy casket
I will die with my heart dry and old
like the hearts of all people
I read about purity
it is the only thing that can take any shape
and can also destroy it
just as my brain
destroys apathetically
any command sent to the hand
prepared
to caress
© 2017, Anca Bărbulescu
From: Vocea / The Voice
From: Vocea / The Voice
Purity
Purity
the day out of which I don’t want to rise
like out of an icy casket
I will die with my heart dry and old
like the hearts of all people
I read about purity
it is the only thing that can take any shape
and can also destroy it
just as my brain
destroys apathetically
any command sent to the hand
prepared
to caress
the day out of which I don’t want to rise
like out of an icy casket
I will die with my heart dry and old
like the hearts of all people
I read about purity
it is the only thing that can take any shape
and can also destroy it
just as my brain
destroys apathetically
any command sent to the hand
prepared
to caress
© 2017, Anca Bărbulescu
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