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by Nijole Miliauskaite

Nijole Miliauskaite

once again spring
catches us by surprise, sudden implacable

where is that
sweet smell coming from, I find it: the poplar's
green buds, opening

all
the joys of spring
have become the sorrows
of this spring

the Madonna's right cheek
has been cut
twice by a sword - these are not tears
that roll down her face but drops of blood

the sky is clear, only the sun
seems covered with something
shines as if through smoked glass

I see you: an ordinary woman
expecting a baby

kneeling before a dark
picture
filled with endless tenderness

in your womb you carry degeneration
and death





Last updated August 08, 2015