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.

Mihaela Ghita

Anne Stewart
 

Tanara fata trezindu-se

Era genul de barbat pe care
l-ar fi putut iubi gandi dupa o alta noapte
transportata in pat
cu amenintarea vaga
a unei nopti fara barbati langa un barbat fara vise
care cauta adapost in locul acela mort al ei;
intunericul acela neobisnuit cu posibilitatea alegerii nici inclinat spre refuz
dar care incepea sa se intrebe daca o astfel de pierdere
ar fi un lucru atat de rau la urma urmei.
suficient de rece caci paradoxal
Esti genul de barbat i-a spus
iar el a ascultat-o, si s-a facut nevazut pe vecie.