{"id":9145,"date":"2019-04-12T14:33:23","date_gmt":"2019-04-12T11:33:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9145"},"modified":"2019-04-12T14:41:41","modified_gmt":"2019-04-12T11:41:41","slug":"mirror-oglinda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9145","title":{"rendered":"Mirror \/ Oglinda"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Mirror \/ Oglinda<\/p>\n

A white room and a party going on
\nand I was standing with some friends
\nunder a large gilt-framed mirror
\nthat tilted slightly forward
\nover the fireplace.
\nWe were drinking whiskey
\nand some of us, feeling no pain,
\nwere trying to decide
\nwhat precise shade of yellow
\nthe setting sun turned our drinks.
\nI closed my eyes briefly,
\nthen looked up into the mirror:
\na woman in a green dress leaned
\nagainst the far wall.
\nShe seemed distracted,
\nthe fingers of one hand
\nfidgeted with her necklace,
\nand she was staring into the mirror,
\nnot at me, but past me, into a space
\nthat might be filled by someone
\nyet to arrive, who at that moment
\ncould be starting the journey
\nwhich would lead eventually to her.
\nThen, suddenly, my friends
\nsaid it was time to move on.
\nThis was years ago,
\nand though I have forgotten
\nwhere we went and who we all were,
\nI still recall that moment of looking up
\nand seeing the woman stare past me
\ninto a place I could only imagine,
\nand each time it is with a pang,
\nas if just then I were stepping
\nfrom the depths of the mirror
\ninto that white room, breathless and eager,
\nonly to discover too late
\nthat she is not there.<\/p>\n

MARK STRAND
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\nOglinda<\/p>\n

O camera alba si o petrecere continuand
\nsi eu stand in picioare cu cativa prieteni
\nsub o oglinda mare cu rama aurita
\ncare se inclina usor inainte
\npeste semineu.
\nBeam whiskey
\nsi unii dintre noi, nesimtind durere,
\nincercau sa decida
\nin ce nuanta precisa de galben
\nsoarele apunand ne colora bautura.
\nAm inchis ochii scurt timp,
\napoi am privit in sus in oglinda:
\no femeie in rochie verde se rezema
\nde peretele departat.
\nParea distrasa,
\ndegetele de la o mana
\nse jucau cu colierul,
\nsi ea privea fix in oglinda,
\nnu la mine, ci peste mine, intr-un spatiu
\nce putea fi umplut de cineva
\ninca nesosit, care in acel moment
\nputea sa inceapa calatoria
\ncare l-ar fi dus eventual spre ea.
\nApoi, deodata, prietenii mei
\nau spus ca e timpul sa mergem.
\nAsta a fost cu ani in urma,
\nsi desi am uitat
\nunde am mers si cine eram noi toti,
\nimi amintesc inca acel moment privind in sus
\nsi vazand femeia privind fix peste mine
\nintr-un loc pe care mi-l puteam doar imagina,
\nsi de fiece data simt o durere,
\nca si cum chiar atunci as pasi
\ndin adancurile oglinzii
\nin acea camera alba, fara suflare si dornic
\ndoar sa descopar prea tarziu
\nca ea nu este acolo.<\/p>\n

Maria Magdalena<\/blockquote><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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