Emergence is the deviation of those who came before

Poetry in Translation

Digital art by Ema Dumitru

Distinct marks left by silence.
Insomnia of the self.
Muted light on a grimace.
Surrendered darkness, cold nights of lost fate foretelling the future.
Humanity compressed, forging an era.

The search for simple habits, verses retreating after curfew.
Exile from within oneself.
Truth surpassed.
Corroded closeness in a pulsing factory.

Cities numbing our pulse.
Shiny skin in the wake of executions.
Rosary engraved on the skin.
Cyanide in the blood.
Extinct places of love.
Future entangled in brambles.
Slumberous shudders of trade winds.
Darkness raising the curtain.
Hazy figures of the moon.

Hereditary blackness
from which we have never emerged.

BY DIANA VOINESCU TRANSLATED BY EMA DUMITRU

Short interview with Diana Voinescu