ANNE STEWART

Young Girl Waking


He was the sort of man she might
have loved she thought after another night
conveyored into bed

with the careless threat
of a man-less night by a dreamless man
seeking refuge in that dead place of her own;

that dark not used to choice or given to refusing
but beginning to wonder if such a losing
would be so bad a thing.

Cold enough for out on a limb
You are the kind of man she told him,
and he listened, and was never seen again.

Elena Gheorghe

Anne Stewart
 

Tanara fata mergand

Era tipul de barbat pe care, s-a gandit,
l-ar fi putut iubi dupa ce inca-o noapte s-a sfarsit
in alcov, petrecuta

sub amenintarea neglijenta
de noapte singura a unui barbat fara vise
refugiindu-se in locul pustiu ce-i apartinea ei;

intunericul nu era invatat sa aleaga, nici inclinat spre refuzuri
dar a inceput sa se intrebe daca asemenea pierderi
ar fi chiar atat de rele.

Indeajuns de inselator si rece
Esti acest tip de barbat i-a spus
el a ascultat si pentru totdeauna a disparut.