CAROLYN O'CONNELL

Time Lag

Bottom of Form
from Plasterer’s Mate 1992 by Toby Granville

You stare at me, impatient to be away
as the five o’clock light dapples your
marbled nakedness. Your eyes are already
elsewhere, every nerve striving escape.

The pan you fried eggs in lies empty,
the last of yesterday’s papers sculpted by
plaster wipings wait the black plastic bag.

Now our history-moled basement walls
are hung with new ochre skins
made from your unblemished plaster,
Drying in the trapped heat.

Oana Teodoroiu

Carolyn O'Connell
 

Decalaj

Din Iubita Sculptorului, 1992, de Toby Granville

Ma atintesti cu privirea, nerabdatoare sa pleci
de vreme ce lumina de la ora cinci acopera cu pete
nuditatea ta impietrita. Privesti, deja
absenta; fiece nerv de-al tau se lupta sa scape.

Tigaia in care ai prajit oua zace goala,
ultimele ziare de ieri, patate cu resturi
de gips asteapta cosul de gunoi.

Acum, pe peretii pivnitei plini de povesti
se-ntind panze noi de var, de culoare ocru,
facute din gipsul tau fara de pata,
pus la uscat in caldura sufocanta.