Dorina Neculce

Bronze Star - 2,648 Points (13 iunie 1964 / Romania)

Hunting - Poem by Dorina Neculce

I look for some time
through the eyes of a butcher
I am a cat wrapped
in several layers
the dust
caress your belly
with
clutches
grown-n layers
bloody
fleshy
over night
not bother us
derailed trains
people moved with cities
with all
in other forests
rich
and
still virgin



vânătoare


te privesc de la o vreme
prin ochii unui măcelar
sunt o pisică învelită
în câteva straturi
de țărână
îți mângâi burta
cu
ghearele
crescute-n staturi
sângerii
de carne
peste noapte
nu ne mai deranjează
trenuri deraiate
oamenii s-au mutat cu orașe
cu tot
în alte păduri
bogate
și
încă virgine

Topic(s) of this poem: archaeology

Form: Ars Poetica


Poet's Notes about The Poem

life

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016



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