Ana Blandiana Poems

I've never figured out what world I live in.
I rode on a horse as young and as happy as I.
When he galloped I could feel his heartbeat
Against my thighs
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Those who have no wings
Bustle round the cloakroom to collect them.
Those who do have wings
Very carefully zip them up.
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I am the first of men to grow old
Beneath these burning skies.
Alone I discover,
With no one here to help me,
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Old angels, stinking
With a rank smell in their humid feathers,
In their thinning hair,
Their skin peeling off in patches of psoriasis,
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Obviously, I'm not like
Any of those weavers of words
Who knit their suits and their careers
Their glory and their pride,
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