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Flavia Cosma |
Flavia Cosma is a Romanian born Canadian poet. She took her Master in electrical engineering at the Polytechnic Institute of Bucharest. After that she studied drama for two years. In Roumania she worked as a radio and television sound director. She continues to work in this field as an independent producer/director/writer for TV documentaries. To date, she has published seven books of poetry, a novel and a book of Fairy Tales.
Resurrection
Famished, the birds fought each other;
They had eaten half of the moon,
But it wasn't enough.
With stars and round symbols,
The day slowly passed through night.
Powerless, I stood into the light,
With all my dreams in my eyes,
undreamt,
And with time on my shoulders.
Sleep, like a pitiless stone,
Spoke to me about death.
Of Late Autumn
Restless leaves chase after me
With a weary, paper rustle.
The fifth season
Hovers in the air
Like a red kerchief,
Like a sigh.
Between light and dream
Spores seize decaying hills
With a mass of downy snow.
Fairy tales sprout virtually from the ground,
As in a Christmas greeting card,
Unreal and beautiful beyond words.
Separation
The fog snatched you from my shoulder,
The sun rises, lightless.
Plants grow, orphaned of their saps,
Dogs quench their thirst in the mud.
I want to hide the memory someplace,
To retain whole both the hour and the instant.
I want to feel once more
Your heart, your wing,
Throbbing into the night.
With no understanding
The bell tolls slantwise;
The hill bends under nameless crosses;
Time is casting us out.
The queen with smoky smile,
Keeps you in a world of shadows,
A statue of mist on a dead end road,
With many freezing flowers
Filling your arms.