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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lucia Cherciu

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Translating My Own Poems

is as absurd as taking the trouble,
building the euphoria to pay the parking fee,
board the train, travel for two hours to the city
enjoying the view of the Hudson,

only, when I arrive,
instead of getting off at Grand Central
and merging the crowd slick in black,
to find out immediately when the next train returns
and maybe, if I am lucky,
even discover that I can simply wait
on the same shuttle,
and just come back to Poughkeepsie,

rather than straighten my tight skirt,
practice my strut,
the city waiting for me at the gate, giddy, gallant.