Carmelia Leonte


Country: Romania
Language(s): Romanian, Moldavian, Moldovan
Murmur

Enough, enough, pale murmur.

The fire has caught.

The ants come after us,

cruel army

for whom death

is only a problem of space.

Translated from the Romanian by Mihaela Moscaliuc

 

Silence

When silence courses through you,

it can’t help but resemble death.

Miniature jade figurines contemplate the stillness.

Always,

half of me desires to be 

wherever you are,

to bless the golden child,

the wind-up doll from the country of dolls,

to listen to tendons pop through skin 

in the crystal manger

over life and death mimic wise men.

In your presence everything perishes,

king of kings,

wisest of wise men,

always

whole with desire.

Translated from the Romanian by Mihaela Moscaliuc