ANNE STEWART

Breasts
 

One day, when my breasts were still thinking about it,
and I woke my older sister in the morning,
I asked her but where do you put them at night?
She told me – Don’t worry. They sort themselves out.
I imagined them ducking her upper arms as she tossed and turned
and, when she rolled over, levering themselves out from under her sides.
Soon, I was carrying mine behind a shield, I thought, of folded arms,
turning their whispers into a shout.
What exciting lives they’ve led!
Hers have four children between them. Her twin
has four daughters, and they have six children between them.
So many breasts and kisses! Such kisses.
All the love, and the years flown and still don’t know –
How they keep safe? Where they go?

Ramona Zamfirescu

Anne Stewart

Sani

Intr-o zi, cand sanii mei inca se mai gandeau la asta,
am trezit-o de dimineata pe sora mea mai mare,
si-am intrebat-o: Dar unde-i tii noaptea?
Ea mi-a raspuns: Nu-ti face griji. Se descurca singuri.
Mi-am imaginat ca se ascund sub brat in timp ce se rasuceste
iar cand se intoarce, ies si ei de sub ea.
In curand, am inceput sa-i tin pe-ai mei sub scutul -credeam eu- bratelor stranse
fara sa tin cont de soaptele lor care devenisera strigat.
Ce vieti palpitante au dus!
Intre ai ei se cuibaresc patru copii. Geamana ei
are patru fiice si adaposteste sase copii.
Atatia sani si atatea sarutari! Asa da sarutari.
Toata dragostea asta, anii au zburat iar eu tot nu stiu...
Oare cum se pastreaza? Unde se ascund?