IOANA IERONIM

Fugue


a few words on the screen
a signal from you
all of me flashes in response
I can see you come
and go
in loops of night phosphorescence

here you are waiting in ambush
storming
again

worlds apart
suspended in a tune
we swallow half of the sentences
we thrust and break lines
in one breath
virtual real virtual virtual real
wieder again iar encore

percussion for word and distance

*

as there is so little time so much space
why waste time and not write poems
directly on your body
as for instance a few lines
in every palm
terzinas on your cheeks
a smiling rondeau on your lips
sonnets on your shoulders
haikus on your breast
…and you whispering
your answers…
then more lines reaching around
willow branches of a pantoum
and a pair of ghazals
as tasseled slippers
written when the moon
is being sifted through leaves

but if such tattoo is too pagan for us
and naïve
as late in history as this
or still as early,
let’s just drape ourselves
and roll in words,
our silk and satin

*

be unconsoled
cry, woman
you say

and I am treading the ground of my pain
as if for the first time

I take handfuls of dust I cover myself with dust
I swallow the poison
that a half empty moon is spilling
from this November sky

be unconsoled and cry, woman,
you say
look things in the face
 

Olimpia Malai

Ioana Ieronim
 

Fuga

niste cuvinte pe ecran
un semn de la tine in bezna
cu viteza unui flash iti raspund, imediat
te vad cum vii
si pleci
in bucle fosforescente

apari din nou la panda
ca o furtuna

lumi separate
suspendati intr-un sunet
inghitim jumatati de propozitii
inecam si rupem versuri
dintr-o rasuflare
virtual real virtual virtual real
wieder again iar encore

percutie pentru cuvant si distanta

*

avand atat de putin timp, atat de mut spatiu
de ce sa pierdem vremea si sa nu scriem poezii
direct pe corp
niste versuri, de exemplu
in fiecare palma
terzina pe obraji
un rondel surazator pe obraji
pe umeri, sonete
pe piept, haiku-uri
... tu soptind
raspunsurile...
apoi si alte versuri crescand in jur
ramuri de salcie dintr-un pantum
- un ghazal si inca unul
ca niste papuci cu ciucuri
scrise toate atunci cand luna
se cerne printre frunze

si daca un astfel de tatuaj ar fi pagan
si naiv
atat de tarziu in timp
sau inca prea devreme,
sa ne invelim,
sa ne infasuram in cuvinte,
ele sa ne fie dantela si satin

*

nu-ti ocoli durerea
plangi, femeie
spui

si pasesc pe terenul durerii mele
ca pentru prima oara

iau pumn de tarana, ma acopar in tarana
e noiembrie
inghit otrava
varsata de o luna morbida

nu-ti ocoli durerea si plangi, femeie
spui
priveste lucrurile in fata