Would I, my Lord,

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                      Diana Teneva

Would I, my Lord,

light tapers to you

if I could be

in the blossom

of the thorny cactus,

in the blackness

of a starless night,

in the tear

of the wretched wind

and in the eye

of the next coming storm?!...

Would I, my Lord,

drop my eyes submissively

and bend my fingers absurdly

in a prayer sign of cross,

if I could with a single tear

revive the Virgin Mary in me,

when the waxes cry in my hands

and broken silence

screams before the altar …

Translated by Diana Teneva