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.

Alexandru Macovescu

Anne Stewart
 

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Ai invatat sa descifrezi, cu mult inainte sa-ti dai seama
acele semne ce-ti ziceau: taci si asculta -
doar un oftat, o tataiala, te vesteau sa-ti fie teama
de uitatura-i crunta - oglinda a vinei tale, a tradarii negresit prea multa

Dar ea voia mereu sa fie dreapta
si se indoia de-a ta izbanda
soarta le da la buni rasplata
nu tie-asa mandru si indaratnic in gand si-n fapta.

Ai ajuns sa simti dispretul sau;
sa stii ca gura-i stransa nu-i
Avantul oricarui pas ti-l curma frica de ratare
pe puntea sau pe sarma-ntinsa peste hau.