Tag: romanian poet

I write for ghosts I write for you, old women who sit at the gates, spin yarn and knit socks for the dead. My every gesture is mirrored by a thousand hands. I carry these faces inside me, on my back, on my feet. The ghosts don’t let me sleep. They gather on windowsills and roofs, in the moon’s breath, and chat with chattering teeth. I write for my father who still hangs on in Skype, to reach him, fill the gap with words. Hang on, Daddy, hang on. Here’s a rope ladder. Here are the words, Daddy. Here’s the blood, the new heart, the straw. Scriu pentru stafii Scriu pentru voi, femei batrane ce stati la porti, toarceti si impletiti ciorapi pentru morti. Fiecare gest mi-e oglindit de o mie de maini. Port aceste fete in mine, pe picioare, in spate. Stafiile nu ma lasa sa dorm. Se strang [...]