MAGGIE BUTT

Star-lit

Laughing home barefoot from the disco
star-lit, care-free, safe within the pack
high heels dangling from our hands like bracelets,
cold pavements salve dance-blistered toes,
the pulse of living sings along our blood.
We are reflected in dark High Street windows
so the night is full of us, our youth.
The cars are few, our voices own the air,
and you three boys stride out, long-limbed,
the world laid out before you for the taking,
throw back your heads, cry to the moon,
We are gods!
And I look
And you are.
 

Alexandra Sarbu

Maggie Butt
 

Sub lumina stelelor
 

Ne indreptam spre casa razand, desculte de la discoteca
sub lumina stelelor, fara griji, in siguranta gastii.
iar tocurile de la pantofi ne zangane in mana ca bratarile,
asfaltul rece ne alina picioarele umflate de la atata dans,
iar pulsul vietii ne cloceste in vine.
Imaginea ni se reflecta in ferestrele intunecate de pe Strada Principala
asa ca umplem noaptea cu tineretea noastra.
Nu sunt multe masini, numai vocile noastre se aud,
si voi, cei trei baieti va plimbati tantosi, inalti,
aveti lumea la picioare,
aruncati-va capul pe spate, strigati la luna,
Suntem niste zei!
Iar eu ma uit la voi
Si voi sunteti acolo.