ANNE STEWART

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You learned to read, long before you were aware,
those signs that said you should shut down and listen –
only for a sigh, a tut; a warning to avoid the Sykesean glare
that held you guilty, traitorous and unforgiven.

She was deliberate, trying always to be fair,
judging your successes with a measure of suspicion;
good behaviour warranting good fortune being rare
with you so wilful – so arrogant and self-permitting.

You came to recognise the rustle of a collar under hair;
to know that pursed lips can have no thought of kissing.
How fear of losing tries to trip each step you dare
along the rope and timber bridge of what is missing.

Alexandra Hielsing

Anne Stewart
 

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ai invatat sa citesti cu mult inainte sa-ti dai seama,
ca semnele care au spus ca trebuie sa te calmezi si sa asculti -
din cauza unui “na, asta-i acum” ca sa eviti privirea sykeseana si teama
care te-a mentinut vinovat, tradator si neiertat.

ea era hotarata, intotdeauna incercand sa fie dreapta,
evaluandu-ţi succesele cu o marja de suspiciune;
prea rar fiind norocul garantat de o purtare inteleapta
cu tine atat de incapatanat-de arogant si de auto-permisiv.

ai ajuns sa recunosti fosnetul parului cazut pe guler;
sa stii ca buzele stranse nu pot cunoaste si sarutul.
Ca teama de a pierde incearca sa-ti greseasca fiecare pas
pe langa franghia si podul de lemn ce e necunoscutul.