Stella Vinitchi Radulescu holds a Ph.D. in French Language & Literature and has taught French at Loyola University and Northwestern University. Writing poetry in three languages (Romanian, French and English), she has published numerous books in the US, France, and Romania. Radulescu's French books have received several awards, including the Grand Prix de Poesie Henri-Noel Villard and the Prix Amelie Murat.
Self Portrait in Black & White
I am your closest friend when winter blows
and takes you away -
your body, full, exposed
to this language
of mine a shadow follows
each word-
as before my beauty soars to love-
I hate when coming back some days
I have to tighten my hair, give up my eyes,
my lips,
the damaged face of time.
Story of Us
if talking present childhood green
of fuchsia
the future of the race
it's quiet in the cemetery
thoughts skeletal
clean
washed by the moon
west of the western world the wharf-
he plays guitar
and we dance
drowned in our own sea
old manuscripts
weeds
your tongue as an omen
A Drop Of Woman Blood
and now a drop of woman
blood:
I swim down to the moon
the four horsemen greet me
with a smile
I follow : nothing ends
with a pale vowel
the I
soaked in twilight in bitterness
in gold
the coffin-
the cathedral some people drink
from my palms
some
forgot to wake up
The Bad Season
the bad season starts with a twisted tongue
west of the country I have lost:
losing
takes you to another word sweet melody of the night
my ears
my ribbons of darkness I could have been your name
hallucinating in a place like this
: a mouth
speeding into namelessness
Tea Time in Heaven
we painted the room
in black
silverware on the table
black cups black
hands
ready to grasp
we painted some birds
on our plates
and then
we ate them
alive
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