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.

Ioana Ionita

Anne Stewart
 

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Ai deprins cititul cu mult inainte de a constientiza
acele semne ce te indemnau sa stai potolit si sa asculti
doar un oftat, o dezaprobare; o atentionare pentru a evita privirea ca de vultur
ce te tinea prizonier al vinei, tradator si de neiertat.

Ea era prevazatoare, incercand mereu sa fie corecta,
judecandu-ti victoriile cu o urma de suspiciune;
buna purtare ce-ti garanta norocul fiind rara
in ce te priveste, tu, cel atat de incapatanat, atat de arogant si de permisiv.

Ai invatat sa recunosti fosnetul gulerului sub ceafa
si sa stii ca buzele sever stranse nu au de gand sa te sarute,
cum frica de esec incearca sa-ti puna piedici la fiecare pas
indraznit pe sfoara subtire si pe podul de deasupra haului.