IOANA IERONIM

Fugue


Death, you are on our heels
you beggar of our daily small change
hiding your blade
in your boot under your cloak

I look straight at you
through air made clear after lightning
I look at you
through deadly, poisonous human tears
and keep you far,
murderous beggar
after having learned some of your lessons
once or twice
and come back

I, wrapped in love,
will give you none of my joy

go, just go away
with your bass continuum
that you taught my people -
go away with your kitsch tunes
you who click at us
alluring
castagnettas

Ioana Teodorescu

Ioana Ieronim
 

Fuga

Moarte, ne urmaresti
cersind maruntul nostru de toate zilele
ascunzandu-ti lama
in cizma de sub mantie

te privesc in fata
prin aerul purificat de fulger
te privesc
prin lacrimi de om, mortale, otravitoare
si te tin la distanta
cersetor ucigas
dupa ce am mai invatat din lectiile tale
data sau de doua ori
si m-am intors

eu, invesmantata in dragoste
nu-ti voi da din bucuria mea

pleaca, pleaca de aici
cu ritmul tau de bas nesfarsit
cu care i-ai invatat pe ai mei –
pleaca de aici cu melodiile tale de prost gust
tu, care ne zdrangani
din castaniete
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