by Ioana Ioana | Nov 3, 2021 | Center for translation, Limbi Straine
HandsWe first recognised each other as if we were siblings,and when we held hands your touchmade me stupidly happy.Hold my hand, you said in the hospitalYou had big hands, strong hands, gentleas those of a Mediterranean fathercaressing the head of a child.Hold my hand...
by Ioana Ioana | Nov 3, 2021 | Center for translation, Limbi Straine
Elaine Feinstein: Poems for ArnoldA visitI still remember love like another countrywith an almost forgotten landscapeof salty skin and a dry mouth. I thinkthere was always a temptation to escapefrom the violence of that sun, the suddeninsignificance of...
by Ioana Ioana | Nov 3, 2021 | Center for translation, Limbi Straine
Elaine Feinstein: Poems for ArnoldA visitI still remember love like another countrywith an almost forgotten landscapeof salty skin and a dry mouth. I thinkthere was always a temptation to escapefrom the violence of that sun, the suddeninsignificance of...
by Ioana Ioana | Nov 3, 2021 | Center for translation, Limbi Straine
Elaine Feinstein: Poems for ArnoldA visitI still remember love like another countrywith an almost forgotten landscapeof salty skin and a dry mouth. I thinkthere was always a temptation to escapefrom the violence of that sun, the suddeninsignificance of...
by Ioana Ioana | Nov 3, 2021 | Center for translation, Limbi Straine
Elaine Feinstein: Poems for ArnoldA visitI still remember love like another countrywith an almost forgotten landscapeof salty skin and a dry mouth. I thinkthere was always a temptation to escapefrom the violence of that sun, the suddeninsignificance of...
by Ioana Ioana | Nov 3, 2021 | Center for translation, Limbi Straine
Elaine Feinstein: Poems for ArnoldA visitI still remember love like another countrywith an almost forgotten landscapeof salty skin and a dry mouth. I thinkthere was always a temptation to escapefrom the violence of that sun, the suddeninsignificance of...
