Distance by Dora Gabe translated by Ann Wood
Distance"I love you," he said
(before he loved more).
"I'm happy," she said
(before she was happy yet).
The hasty words flew away,
broke through the horizons and
have become distances,
in spaces, in infinity ...
In vain did they both
one anchor point,
an opportunity,
an illusion,
to get caught - their hands were hanging.
Once, to get closer,
he tried to and
remembered their first meeting.
"Yes, yes," she said
(without remembering anything).
And again like a wheel
empty words spun,
powerless, weak
to warm the narrow bed ..
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-04-13 at 13:57
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