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.
—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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