The Same Inside - Anna Swir

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Walking to your place for a love feast
I saw at a street corner
an old beggar woman.

I took her hand,
kissed her delicate cheek,
we talked, she was
the same inside as I am,
from the same kind.
I sensed this instantly
as a dog knows by scent
another dog.

I gave her money,
I could not part from her.
After all, one needs
someone who is close.

And then I no longer knew
why I was walking to your place.

Translated from the Polish by Czesław Miłosz and Leonard Nathan

Comments

[agata.livejournal.com]

I love this, thanks for sharing!

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no probs. Glad you liked it :)