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Harmonia Mundi

At the border between garden and orchard,
an old door
with a rusted padlock. Rusted by rain or dew?

We walk through it barefoot blissful, cherubic.
My name: Volatile

Grandmother’s apron, a white cloud
scented with lavender
under which I’d bend my head
when the lamb gave birth,
sowing the air with as many photons
as star seeds
over hills, in summertime.

Then, the timeless joy –
children by the pond
gazing at the orange mill
brimming with moon.

Under the beam,
the braid of garlic cloves
– tiny lanterns
illuminating my height
on the spine of the door,
marked there by father,
his hands fragranced with walnuts,
and on the windowsill
the little sack of seeds waiting to defrost.

At the border between clay and star,
a narrow door
through which only we
could squeeze,
on a path of light.

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About the translation:
Liliana Ursu
Mihaela Moscaliuc
Original language:
2013 Number 2 - Between Clay and Star

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Liliana Ursu

Liliana Ursu, internationally acclaimed Romanian poet, was born in Sibiu, Romania. Ursu has published eight books of poetry in...

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Mihaela Moscaliuc


Mihaela Moscaliuc

Mihaela Moscaliuc is the author of Father Dirt (Kinereth Gensler Award, Alice James Books in 2010) and co-translator of Carmel...

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