IANUARIE BY CLAUDIA SEREA – ANALYSIS AND COMMENTARY
IANUARIE by
Claudia Serea
The old
year is dead!
Dead,
cold, gone.
We drifted and swam through its wide river,
what a
survival story that was.
And now we
cling to the new one
like dawn
to eyelashes,
like song
to guitar
strings.
Like smoke
to fire.
https://www.issues.righthandpointing.net/136a
—Claudia Serea, “Ianuarie,” right hand pointing, retrieved January 1, 2020
The poem introduces itself forcefully with sentiment in exclamation and then steps through a series of highly perceptive, striking metaphors, closing incisively. Brilliant.
No idea
why the poem’s title is in Romanian.
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| ...like song to guitar strings. |
