Verses by Ion Minulescu, translated by Julia Kalman
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Invisible Love
No one… no one to see us or hear us,
Don’t leave.
Give me your ringed fingers to kiss, as before,
Give me your ringed fingers —
Priceless stone poems —
I want to memorize them and sing them,
Give me your whole hand.
For in the entire hall, there’s no other hand like yours.
Stay with me all evening…
What does it matter if the orchestra ends the waltz?
You don’t know
That in the whole hall, no one else loves like me?
Open your arms —
The altar where I once worshipped —
Open your arms and take my weary arms in them.
Bow your bloodied mouth,
And let your heated kisses burn on my pale cheeks.
Impart them in turn, to guard me forever,
Unyielding,
Like legendary birds on the shores of Lake Stymphal!
Her Ballad
When you see through the window, on the sill,
A crystal cup,
And in the crystal cup, a blue flower —
The symbol of a mundane rendezvous —
Whoever you are, enter without fear,
For my mouth awaits you,
And my body calls you!
Stranger or old friend,
I don’t care!
Whoever you are, you can always enter my home,
For my house is everyone’s house,
A magic magnet of pearls
Towards which ships direct their prow,
To seek refuge in the vast ocean.
And just as I am —
Woman or maiden,
Anonymous commoner or queen —
I welcome you with the same sympathy,
And whoever you are,
You are mine forever!
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