The saddest poem is the poem which is not written swallowed with knots stalked by customs offcials and bridges the one which cannot be contemplated not for anything ever. Keep that poem. She is surely the woman who will give birth in pain. And in her we shall each recognize ourselves.
From Secret Weapon: Selected Late Poems of Eugen Jebeleanu by Eugen Jebeleanu, translated by Matthew Zapruder and Radu Ioanid. Copyright © 2008 by Tudor Jebeleanu and Florica Vieru. Published by Coffee House Press. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.