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?

Oana-Teodora Ionescu

Anne Stewart

Sani

Intr-o zi, cand sanii mei inca nu indrazneau sa se iveasca,
Si mi-am trezit sora mai mare de dimineata,
Am intrebat-o si totusi, noaptea, unde-i tii?
Ea mi-a raspuns – Nu-ti face griji. Se descurca ei.
Mi i-am imaginat ferindu-se de bratele ei, atunci cand se foia
Si, cind se intorcea pe-o parte, iesind de sub ea.
Curand, ii purtam pe-ai mei, credeam eu, in spatele unui scut de brate incrucisate,
Facand din soaptele lor strigat.
Ce viata palpitanta au avut!
Ai ei au hranit patru copii. Sora ei geamana
Are patru fete, iar ele au hranit șase copii.
Cati sani si cate sarutari! Asa sarutari.
Toata dragostea si anii au zburat si eu inca nu stiu –
Cum se feresc? Unde se duc?