Garp, *** (When I place my palm), *** (I unravel this sky), *** (I shell sweet pea seeds)

Published in / Opublikowane w: Impspired Magazine

Date of publication / Data publikacji: April, 2020


I got so absorbed
in nursing this silence
– I the sad sister
with no mercy
for spring,
which crept in stealthily.

Can’t believe it.
I touch – still can’t believe it.

Thimbles of unfeeling
on my fingers.

White slippers from Jenny Fields
sink ever more deeply
into the aseptic Sahara sands
– endlessly somehow.

Translated by Marta Dziurosz

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