Lady of Miracles
Since you walked out on me
I’m getting lovelier by the hour.
I glow like a corpse in the dark.
No one sees how round and sharp
my eyes have grown
how my carcass looks like a glass urn,
how I hold things up in the rags of my hands,
the way I can stand though crippled by lust.
No, there’s just your cruelty circling
my head like a bright rotting halo.
Nina Cassian
prev. Laura Schiff
a onda sam je malo usrećila, na brzinu
Lady of Miracles
I walked out on rags, my head, your hands
rotting and sharp,
the way you stand, a urn of cruelty,
a corpse (have grown in the dark,
crippled my eyes) of glass and glow.
”like me like me”
no
though your circling carcass =
my bright lust, a halo;
(one by 1 by)
up in the ‘ ‘, round.
the hour sees
my looks and things I hold
”no like? how how how?”
I can.
there’s just:
I’m getting lovelier since.
foto: ja
nema puno smisla, ali čovjeka (mene) veseli.
