The New Notebook
Full of superstition
I begin a new notebook,
white leaves –- sea foam.
I close my eyes and wait
for the first day of the world,
for Aphrodite with wet lips,
red curls of flame,
an open shell,
shy and sure,
to rise from the salt foam,
out of the primordial algae.
I wait under closed eyelids.
Once can hear the grey rustle of the sea gulls,
under the low sky
and the monotonous thunder of waves
only of waves
which come and go.
--Maria Banus
(Translated from Romanian by
Laura Schiff and Dana Beldiman)
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