Elena VULCĂNESCU
HALOS SCATTERED ABOUT IMPATIENCE
angels falling tired,
man’s vigilant eyes
in woman’s flesh
cathedral scraped rented until day breaks,
a little bit conceited
they will avoid the clausular cadence,
keeping up the appearances of the essential unbinding
not having to lose the minds
sewn up along with the spare buttons.
Without wings
the belts limit the safety of confession
as when you all on your own at midnight
wish to be fond and still more daring .
Time bends until it reaches the core,
beyond it the aim goes on losing…
It’s worth taking pains to be warm,
to contradict the copious beast
in the fur spread out
before the bed
made potent,
so long as angels stop leaping in the flesh anew
assist the lip in calf’s teeth birth.
HE WAS SAYING TO HIMSELF
THAT THE EARTH WAS SPIRITED
Held in the bark of shades
it was afraid of the teeth of the sun alone
chewing the shadow
swallowing its master,
the place alone can be changed
as the heart blood into the cherries’ flesh
hollowed out by their stones
you fail to know which instant feels like wedding
the scents of goat brought forth among the rocks
near the peak, the groom
fretting of lambs
moves the white vulture floating above things,
the golden snow in the Lent
the only place where
ineffably can the bride abide.
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