Comments about Sorin Serb
In A Watery Womb
last night I dreamed:
I was a fish lost in the ocean.
The Last Master abandoned me
Hooked in the eternal cradle of tides and mist,
Surrounded by a world of whispers.
Here, among deserted tombs,
Even the whirlwind is
Soundless airless endless,
abysmal like a rose…
I was confined in a watery womb,
and on the vague stone was written
with a silky touch: expect desperately expect
A feather or simply a trout was haunting
the black clearness of the whirlpool,
and the sound of the body collapsing into the depth
like a ...