ANNE STEWART

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You learned to read, long before you were aware,
those signs that said you should shut down and listen –
only for a sigh, a tut; a warning to avoid the Sykesean glare
that held you guilty, traitorous and unforgiven.

She was deliberate, trying always to be fair,
judging your successes with a measure of suspicion;
good behaviour warranting good fortune being rare
with you so wilful – so arrogant and self-permitting.

You came to recognise the rustle of a collar under hair;
to know that pursed lips can have no thought of kissing.
How fear of losing tries to trip each step you dare
along the rope and timber bridge of what is missing.

Alina Blanaru

Anne Stewart
 

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Ai invatat sa interpretezi, cu mult inainte sa fii constient,
acele semne care-ti spuneau sa stai jos si sa asculti -
doar pentru un oftat, un ah; un avertisment
pentru a evita privirea inspaimantatoare a unui Sykes care te facea vinovat, tradator si de neiertat.

Era circumspecta, incercand intotdeauna sa fie corecta,
judecandu-ti succesele cu o doza de banuiala;
comportamentul cuminte care garanteaza o soarta buna fiind rar
atunci cand esti atat de incapatanat - atat de arogant si ingaduitor cu sine.

Ai ajuns sa recunosti fosnetul unui guler sub par;
sa stii ca buzele stranse nu au nicio intentie de sarut.
Precum teama de a pierde incearca sa impiedice fiece pas ce indraznesti sa-l faci
de-a lungul podului din funie si lemn a ceea ce lipseste.