Sick Metaphors, a poem by Anna Canić at Spillwords.com
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Sick Metaphors

Sick Metaphors

written by: Anna Canić

 

The bride was no miss
With her veil naïve blue
Newly-wed had cuffs loose
And his bridges long burned

Here they let the words fade
And the melody melt
Sitting next to each other
On the dark solid chairs
Lost in candlelight
Only to feel…
Not existence, but life
Every step to get aim,
The new morning to shine
On the second part
Never in vain.

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written by: Anna Canić

Panna młoda była już panią
W welonie naiwnie błękitnym
A ślubny miał swoje przejścia
I elegancko rozpięte mankiety

Nie słuchali słów innych
Ani też obcej muzyki
Siedzieli obok
Na wysokich
Drzewnianych krzesłach
Otoczeni światłem świec
I… czuli
Jak istnienie stawało się życiem,
Każdy z kroków nabierał sensu
Brzask nie wzbudzał, jak dawniej, lęku,
A raz wtóry
Nie raził w oczy.

Anna Canić

Anna Canić

Anna Canić was born in 1987 in Odessa (Ukraine). She graduated in philology at the International Humanitarian University in Odessa. She worked as a cultural animator, playwright (author of 4 staged plays) and translator of 5 languages. She published poems, stories and poetry translations in the literary anthologies in Lodz (Poland). She is the author of the historical novel "Sofia and Cassius".
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