GENOVEVA LOGAN

Translated from Romanian into English by Olimpia IACOB

TO THE SOUTH

There comes the time for me to go, stones,

There comes the time for me to pass away a little

Let the blue smoke rise

From the urns of the hearths

Let the curtain

Fall more gently

There comes the time of the migration to the West

You

Statues!

The time of my saddest exodus

The light keeps shivering

Through branches of white cedars

I think

So I exist

A L I LY YOU H E L D

I told my sister Margaret about you

I robed you in the halo of the rainbow

There were mild evenings, the comet could be seen

To the West, when the good Lord

Brought you back into my memory

But you came from beyond nature

You did not hurry and had no weapons

A lily you held in your hands as if a trophy

And kept thinking of our carisma

To bring together the spontaneous time

When all that is has not been named yet

And we come out from the sea foam

When all that is has not begun yet

And we are a shield before death

S E N T I M E N T A L S O N G

If I come

If I come to your cross

with a white flower

In my suitcase

It will be towards the evening

And the fir branch

gently

will shake

If I stay

If I stay under your cross

More than yesterday

It is a sign that the world

Holds too many amperes

--OLIMPIA IACOB

Romania