A white bird is flying at day,
Or a blackbird is flying at night,
Or a blackbird is flying at day,
Or a white bird is flying at night-
Black and white, black over white.
Oh, my Lord, so painful becomes
This need for touch in his absence-
White and black, white over black!
Oh, my Lord, so painful becomes
This absence of his touch!
Black is penetrating white,
And white is penetrating black,
Never finding the gray.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful blend, black and white! The touch and penetration give the poem life.So lovely.