Daniel D. Marin

 

 

(Romania)

 

 

 

on the carpet

 

miss o. is sitting on the carpet with

her eyes shut. when she breathes out

something soothing coils around her hands.

she holds them tight between her knees

she may be seeing something that nobody

can imagine she may be just unwillingly

sliding into a cave with

huge animals from other times

 

if she opened her eyes

certainly she would play freely

with the imaginary beasts.

if it weren’t that way the silence would spill

off her hands and the carpet

would slowly go over the edge

of a precipice.

 

 

 

like a temptation

miss O. hasn’t come out of the house for
three days. She sits quietly on the carpet,
drinks a lot of coffee and smokes
every now and then. If she opened
the windows the chilly air from outdoors
would steal into its soul like a temptation.

 

 

 

embryo

 

on the way to the cemetery an old woman

tells miss o. in a sad voice

that God loves her a lot

and is waiting for her. miss o smiles

and gets in to walk down the narrow

alleys carefully reading each epitaph.

 

from time to time she remembers

what the old woman told her and lightly puts

her hand over the mouth to hide her smile.

now she is standing in front of an empty grave

and as she keeps looking downwards

it seems like her limbs and her body could slowly 

become numbed

and slide into the pit.

 

but down there miss o would

feel as quiet as an embryo

in a soft warm womb.

 

 

 

a new game

 

when she wakes up miss o. takes a careful look

at herself in the mirror. The mirror distorts

and reflects the round face of a girl

with big moist eyes. miss o.

rejoices smiles warmly and asks the girl

 

her name. the girl puts her finger

on her lips and whispers to miss o

that she has just learnt a new game but first she has to

go home to take her schoolbag.

 

miss. o puts her finger on her lips

and goes rummaging under the bed; only two minutes later

she takes out a dusty schoolbag

and from the schoolbag she triumphantly takes out a

lined notebook in which big crooked letters are written

today she is skipping school for the first time

as she is going to learn a new game.

 

 

 

 

 

 

the little prince

 

the little prince has moved into the next side

building. she watches him every

morning on her spyglass as he goes to the kiosk

to buy milk and tobacco.

 

over night the little prince

turns into a bumble bee

and comes into her room.

of course miss o is not quite sure that he is really

the little prince but she likes to watch him

very carefully as he makes some cool

looping in the air.

 

miss o firmly believes that one

morning he will no longer go the kiosk

to buy milk and tobacco but he will instead remain in her

room under the shape of the little prince

and they will be together all day long

and take turns watching on the spyglass

each grown-up.

 

 

 

Translated by ElenaCarmen Bobocescu

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Daniel D. Marin was born in 1981 in Calarasi. He published the poetry volumes Rush Hour (2003), The way it was (2008) and I took him aside and told him (2009).

 

He was nominated for the Mihai Eminescu National Poetry Prize (the most prestigious Romanian literary prize) – Opera Prima section in 2004 and was awarded the Marin Mincu Prize (the most important Romanian literary prize for under-35 authors) in 2010.

 

He is also the editor of the Anti-utopian poetry. An anthology of the Romanian poets of the generation 2000 (2010).

 

At present, he is editor on the RoLiteratura cultural website and collaborates with several cultural magazines.

 

Personal blog: http://danieldmarin.wordpress.com/

 

 

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