Deserts

March 31, 2016

Jeanne Mammen-She represents (carnival scene)

I was born for love –

to give and to receive it.

Yet my life has passed

almost without loving.

So I’ve learned forgiving:

even the deserts

I have crossed

I feel no scorn for.

I just ask them

with astonished eyes:

What gardens were you born for?

Blaga Dimitrova
Translated by Heather McHugh

(Blaga Dimitrova, is author of more than 40 volumes of poetry, novels, plays, essays. )

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