Poezie

Ritual

1 min lectură·28 ianuarie 2006

Mediu

I’m leaving

To squeeze my mourning

- the essence is overflowing in the fruit –

on the old ground,

and heavy and black,

the land of promise,

and my sap shall blossom Something.

Does it still matter what?

It’s not a sacrifice

- I shall regenerate myself –

it is just a gift

like a smile

to someone old.

My blood

sinks in the earth,

I feel it for it’s me,

and I go deep

to the most hidden

corners and organs

of Earth,

now I have seen everything.

And now I can say

that I have never known

how big the world is

and how big God is.

20th of May 2003

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Miriam Cihodariu. “Ritual.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/miriam-cihodariu/poezie/162725/ritual

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