.
.
I'm curled into a ball
like a dog
that is cold.
.
Who will tell me
why I was born,
why this monstrosity
called life.
.
The telephone rings. I have to give
a poetry reading.
.
I enter.
A hundred people, a hundred pairs of eyes.
They look, they wait.
.
I am supposed to tell them
why they were born,
why there is
this monstrosity called life.
.
~ Anna Swirszczynska
translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan
.
translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan
.
.
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