Vasile Gârneţ

the character Clarissa returns at night
when the light heightens the colours
she has green eyes and red lips
she clasps her hands in a simple gesture
and this imbues her with even more grace
but I remain silent, I make no comment of any kind
she regards me and says: “how you live /
in a sad and empty and dusky house / you
concoct your own sufferings / those of an elaborate
melancholic / sick of literature’s venom / you record
the tropes of each day / and you rejoice
in your choice images…”

she speaks as though she were avenging herself
she gives her usual speech – one ironically
scathing and at the same time protective…
the light of the lamp with the turquoise shade, as I said,
heightens the colours
“you reside in the comfort of illusion” she goes on
as the chimes of the city’s clock tower
drown out the voice that utters so
beautifully the truth

 Translated by Alistair Ian Blyth

 

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