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 Amalia Nita

Anne Stewart
 

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Ai invatat sa citesti cu mult inainte sa intelegi,
acele semne care spuneau sa taci si sa asculti
doar un suspin,dezaprobare, un avertisment sa eviti privirea hotului,
care te considera vinovat, tradator si de neiertat.

Ea era prudenta, incercand mereu sa fie corecta,
analizandu-ti reusitele cu o doza de suspiciune;
caci rar o conduita bune asigura noroc
iar tu erai atat de incapatant, de arogant si plin de tine.

Ai ajuns sa recunosti fasaitul gulerului sub par;
sa sti ca buzele stranse nu spun vorbe dulci.
Ca teama de esec incearca sa-ti impiedice fiecare pas
pe care indraznesti sa-l faci pe podul nesigur a ceea ce lipseste.