Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art

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Diana's Shadow I honor you not with roses plaited in my hair or with burning flambeaux. I gather indifferently these few stalks of summer dill to celebrate you this day. The Sabbath radiance on my face is illusion. I turn drowsy gazing at your huntress' profile, fall asleep at your feet until your dogs pursue me into sunrise. O, like these pressed blossoms still haunted by the sun, this body once knew happiness. Evening After Evening Evening after evening she polishes the stove until it glows. Then one day somebody whispers something into her ear. She throws a shawl over her shoulders and rushes to the river. Now the stove is black, black and nobody wants to bathe in that river anymore. But oh how radiantly the river has begun to shine, since that certain day. Blues A profusion of lilies, these accomplices of your insomnia. You languish in a house with too many maps, armored by solitude. Companioned by the self-portrait in your mirror, you swear at her, slap her, then clasp her tenderly to your breast. Too well you know she won't ever let you down. And the hill, the old steeple and the newborn lambs more delicate than the grass, but stronger than you— are they all mere invention? And whose? In this mood you fling the key through the one window left open for you. From now on you will know the sun only through solitude's eyes. Those young boys were dancing the syrtaki, syrtaki in a Timisoara pub. Their dance gathered momentum in the night, syrtaki, tipsy and sorrowful, but we were the night itself. Between love's sumptuous legislation and the place you left empty the deceitful blues of the body once again steal forth, those torments from which you had just broken free.
De la fereastra Ingerului Fan, iarba cruda, uger firebinte, fragi, coridorul verde, ra§ina, catedrale. Cate un mar mai cade botez. Prin galeria cu tablouri trece fata mov. Tu patlnezf pe on lacrima inghejata. Da capo From the Angel's Window Sweet hay, raw grass, the hot udder, wild strawberries, a green corridor, pine pitch, the cathedral. From time to time an apple drops— a baptism. Through the art gallery, the girl walks by in mauve. You skate on a frozen tear. Da capo Unforgetting Between us I pile up snow, I pile up silence. And no one in this city knows why it's such a hard winter. My angels drink whiskey from wine glasses and forget to forget you. Music falls softly onto my eyelids. This hour, a startled bird perches as in a monastery, within walls you've built to contain me. And I, a soldier, obedient to my solitude, sleep a white sleep .. . Spring Circumstance a wild cherry fallen into whitewash or a dove's egg in a crows beak
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Page 55 and 56: LINDA BIERDS The Breaking-Aways —
Page 57 and 58: KAY RYAN Weakness and Doubt Failure
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