Born Again-In Exile: Poems in the Original American& in Translation (From the Romanian)
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"This is the voice of a poet who identifies herself with Iphigenia by redeeming herself, transcending personal drama and sacrifice, and triumphing in the realm of culture and creation."
-Nina Cassian
Translating Mirela Roznoveanu one cannot help being reminded of intensities and flights of the imagination from such distinctive poetries as those of Emerson, Dickinson, Plath, and Stevens.
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Mirela Roznoveanu
Mirela Roznoveanu is a native of Romania who immigrated to the United States. Her literary works in Romanian include novels, critical essays (among them the vast Civilization of the Novel: A History of Fiction Writing from Ramayana to Don Quixote), and poetry. She has published in English two books of poems, Born Again – in Exile, and Elegies from New York City; a collection of novellas, The Life Manager and Other Stories; and literary criticism. Mirela Roznoveanu has been always a writer pursuing her way to perfection and artistic development. These trends could be seen from her earlier works, such as her manifesto of her Romanian debut volume in Romania, “Lecturi Moderne” (Modern Readings, 1978). Mirela is among those writers and critics who have sought over recent years to turn the energy of their native cultures into a complex work with signifi cant moral and aesthetic connotations. Alexandra Conte is a musician, teacher and illustrator. She graduated the Academy of Music from Bucharest, Romania, and worked at the Metropolitan Museum of Art since 1976 being associated with Julliard School of Music. She wrote several illustrated musical books for children. This book is a proof of the deep friendship and cooperation between Mirela and Alexandra, which we hope will continue! Enjoy!
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Born Again-In Exile - Mirela Roznoveanu
BORN AGAIN—IN EXILE
Poems in the Original American&
in Translation
(from the Romanian)
by MIRELA ROZNOVEANU
Versions by HEATHROW O’HARE
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BORN AGAIN—IN EXILE
Poems in the Original American& in Translation (from the Romanian)
All Rights Reserved © 2004 Poems in the original American, Mirela Roznoveanu; Translation Copyright, Stefan Stoenescu
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Contents
Part I
Part II
SONGS
REVELATIONS
Part I
BORN AGAIN—IN EXILE
Poems in the original American
A writer is born twice: the first birth marked by
entry in the Civil Registry, and the second when
starting as a published writer. Exile was to be
my third birth; the chance of my life.,.. and
that birth was the most painful. The pain and
struggle of exile has made me a new person.
M.R.
53rd STREET
My previous and future lives
look like 53rd Street in Manhattan
with its MOMA and at the corner
the startlingly snobbish Fifth Avenue
with Madison Avenue—the savage one—one block away
and further down Park Avenue with bulls running
under its sidewalk.
I’ve always taken my break on the cruelly enchanting
Lexington Ave.
zestfully walking down 53rd Street
stopping over at little parks and lobbies
and at strange atriums dreaming of real nature
all the while looking forward to reaching Third Avenue
with its fumes and smog from the skyscrapers’ air conditioners
and with its supermarkets swarming with people
as if it were the last day in the universe.
I’d walk then to Second and then to First down to the heavenly
East River—
yet I’d always feel I’d missed something fundamental.
Maybe the sense of normal life?
Or of the shared life with a mate?
Tired, I’d decide to go underground.
I would exit by train crossing the river Styx
for the Heaven or the Hell of the Kingdom of Queens.
BORN AGAIN—IN EXILE
It’s snowing in Washington Square
and this morning Melpomene is hiding behind her smile.
The homeless and the freethinkers who usually mill around
the Fountain and the Arch
are gone, leaving the place to the screaming kids enjoying
the snowdrifts.
I went to my favorite shop to buy myself a regular coffee.
There were only a few people there—it was already
a New Yorker’s white Saturday—
when I suddenly bumped into Ovid, across from Sullivan Street.
Just then the wind blew the lid off my coffee cup
and several hot drops hit my face.
Has he escaped from Tomis, the place of his relegation?
Has finally Augustus pardoned him for the misdeeds
of his old Roman days?
Countless times Ovid and I enjoyed each other’s company,
the winter of our lives, at the edge of the Black Sea,
where I had spent my childhood and my youth
(the twenty hundred years between us did not matter)
apprehending life through Ovid’s eyes.
Speaking in a low voice, looking around
as if fearful of the military of the new Empires
which again and again
have taken over the Pontus Euxine in an endless nightmare,
Ovid has told me about life’s freedom,
instructing me about the goddess of art,
which made me dream of the New Rome.
On my way back from Sullivan Street
I couldn’t decide whether I was born or am living in exile.
Could I indeed have finally reached Rome?
THE NEST
In the heart of America I discovered a nest.
It was in the middle of a scorching summer,
Nebraska’s cornfields hungrily pulling down the horizon,
that someone gingerly touched my hips. I allowed myself
to be abducted.
My entire life had been a restless scouring of continents
in search of a peaceful spell.
Hoeing the soil, I grew roots and leaves and relished
the unbelievably fine taste of the whitish sap
climbing up from the ground through my veins.
Soon a robin blessed my right shoulder with an egg,
adding some blooms and a few splinters of wood.
Scared, I would keep vigil over the turquoise oval for days,
watching and holding my breath,
thirstily waiting for the miracle to happen.
Days on end under the cruelest sun,
I checked every