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  November 2013
volume 10 number 2
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  Lynn Albanese
  Jonathan Beale
  Michael Caylo-Baradi
  Charles Claymore
  Christiane ConĂ©sa-Bostock
  Flavia Cosma
  Gareth Davies
  Diane Dehler
  Maurice Devitt
  Tyler Dupuis
  Sabrina Edwards
  Neil Ellman
  R.M. Engelhardt
  Rebecca Gimblett
  Jeffrey Graessley
  John Grey
  James Hall
  A J Huffman
  Lee Mason
  Deborah McCreath-Akbar
  Tom O'Reilly
  Angel Uriel Perales
  Frank Praeger
  Kevin Ridgeway
  Walter Ruhlmann
  Howard Sage
  John Saunders
  Allen Taylor
  Sarah Thursday
  Philomena van Rijswijk
  Daniela Voicu
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Flavia Cosma
November 2013



art by paradoxius

    Flavia Cosma is an award-winning Romanian-born Canadian poet, author and translator. She has a Masters degree in Electrical Engineering from the Polytechnic Institute of Bucharest. Later, she studied Drama at the Community School of Arts, Bucharest, Romania. She is also an award-winning independent television documentary producer, director, and writer, and has published 21 books of poetry, a novel, a travel memoir, and five books for children. Her work has been represented in numerous anthologies in various countries and languages, and her book, 47 Poems, (copyright 1992 Texas Tech University Press) received the ALTA Richard Wilbur Poetry in Translation Prize.

Flavia Cosma



I Gathered it All...

I gathered it all in pairs:
Two water-glasses, two table-spoons,
Two snowy, fluffy pillows,
Two soup plates, two dinner dishes,
Chrystal goblets, Sevres porcelains,
Always two of everything.

I filled up the cupboards, the pantries, the days,
Carefully, bashfully,
Year after year, instant to instant,
I lived with two twin images in mind,
I breathed two silences, I cried two tears,
—one for you—

I adored symmetry…

Just one thing is missing—
The one who should have turned up at dawn,
When the pale moon rouses the lark
Gently, from its sleep.

copyright 2011 Flavia Cosma