INTIMACY

I can be alone,
I know how to be alone.
 
There is a tacit understanding
Between my pencils
And the trees outside:
Between the rain
And my luminous hair.
 
The tea is boiling:
My golden zone,
My pure burning amber.
 
I can be alone,
I know how to be alone. By tea-light
I write.
 
Nina Cassian

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