Saturday, June 15, 2013

Psalm 20

When you appease my heart, I've nothing left to say,
my agitated words fall fast asleep.

I don't even remember my petty dramas—
your lullaby sings me awake.

Others assure me I imagine this, that to receive you
the wound in my chest must stay fresh.

And that the anguish of others reopens the cut,
and that it's not good to suppress their clamor.

It's not that they're wrong, you come to me this way, too,
but don't let them touch your dawn upon my life,

Those few seconds of dawn when everything is taken with adoration,
and you come back from elsewhere, you return from someone else's darkness.

translated from the French by Jennifer Grotz

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