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Ars Poetica

Ioana Ieronim

Poesie pentru când
eşti miop eşti obosit eşti
tocit până la urzeală

scrisă cu bidineaua pe zid

vizibilă şi pe întuneric

aşteptând să crească
undeva cândva
generaţia spontanee a nuanţelor


Ioana Ieronim

Reproduced by permission of the author and the translator.

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Romanian translation Translations writing poetry

Translations of this Poem

Ars Poetica

Translator: Sujata Bhatt


Ars Poetica

Poetry for the time
when you are short-sighted, tired
worn threadbare

written with a thick paintbrush on the wall

visible even in the dark

waiting for some subtleties
to emerge somewhere, sometime.

About this poem

This was one of the poems translated in the course of the annual SPL/Literature Across Frontiers workshop at Crear in Argyll. In 2009 the theme for the workshop was ‘revolutionary Europe’, and the participants came from Germany, Romania, Poland and Scotland.

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